Anniversary Gift

He started buying clothing for her within a month, and soon, the only clothes she had were ones he had picked out. Some days, when they were feeling especially into it, he would pick out her clothes for the day. She would let him make other choices for her too sometimes, such as what to eat or when to go to bed. He always took her thoughts and opinions into account, and was very considerate of her. He never made her feel like she was useless. Actually, her input always felt valued. He took care of the bills and made all the plans, most of the time anyway.

For her part, she took care of his needs as well. When he was tired or stressed, she helped him relax. She encouraged him in all the things he did. She followed his instructions and did as he asked, knowing that he had her best interests in mind.

Grant smiled when he saw her and held open his arms as she ran toward him. "Kitten!" She ran into his arms and he closed his arms around her. "I've missed you, my love," he said as he kissed her forehead. "I thought this day would drag on forever."

"Oh Daddy," Isabelle said with a giggle. "You are always so dramatic." She knew what he meant, of course. The last several weeks leading up to today had seemed to last for years. She stepped back. "Let's go. I'll show you to our room." She took him by the hand and led him over to the elevator. She pressed the button for the tenth floor and waited for the door to close. As soon as it was, she pressed herself against her husband, letting her hand grope his crotch. "I hope you are ready Daddy," she said in her best seductive voice. "I've got plans for you."

Grant leaned down and kissed her, feeling her fingers unzip his pants. He couldn't believe how brazen she was being. He usually had to convince her to do anything even remotely close to this. She always loved doing it, but her nerves usually got the better of her. It took him being there and coaxing her to get her to do things usually. What has gotten into her today?

Before she reached into his pants, the elevator ding let them know they had reached their floor, and the small compartment came to a stop. The doors slid open. Isabelle smiled up at him and stepped out of the elevator, holding onto him by his open zipper, and pulling him out behind her. "Come on Daddy, this way." He followed close behind her as she pulled him by his pants. She stopped at a door and turned. "Ok, this is it." She smiled and just stood there.

"Well?" Grant said, a bit confused. "Are you going to let us in?" He realized then that Isabelle didn't have her pocketbook or anything with her. And he could see that the dress had no pockets in it.

"Well," Isabelle said with a fake pout. "Silly me Daddy. I brought my key card for the room. But, seeing you, all handsome in your work suit, I seem to have forgotten where it is." She shrugged and threw her hands up in the air. "I guess you are just going to have to help me find it."

He smiled as he realized the game she was playing. His finger came up to his mouth as he contemplated where he might find it. He looked her up and down. He then looked around, and saw that there was no one around, and there did not seem to be any security cameras that could see them where they stood, either. Not bad, he thought to himself. This had all the makings of something he would have set up, right down to the lack of cameras.

"Well, if you are sure you have it on you, then you must have hidden it somewhere in the dress," he said out loud. "Perhaps here?" He reached up to the deep neckline of the dress and slid his hand in over her left breast. Her nipple was already hard with excitement. He made a show of feeling around, when really he knew it wasn't there. As he pulled his hand back out, he let the dress slide to the side, leaving her breast out in the open. "Nope, not there," he said. "Maybe the other side?" He slid his other hand in over her right breast and gave it a squeeze, letting his fingers feel around the sides of it. When he pulled his hand out, he left her entire chest fully exposed to the outside world. "Hmm, where else could you have put it?"

Isabelle had closed her eyes as he felt her up, and was just standing there, waiting for him to continue. He reached down to the slit in the side of her dress and slid his hand up her thigh. She shivered and fell forward into his arms. His hand continued to slide up her leg until it lifted the dress up with it. Before he had lifted the dress too far, the key card fell to the floor. It must have been tucked away under the dress by her ass. "Ah, there it is," he said. He dropped her dress and put his hands on her shoulders. He set her on her feet again, and held her there for a moment, as if she was some inanimate doll that he was afraid might not stand up. When he was sure she was steady on her feet, he squatted down and grabbed the key. He stood back up and handed the key card to her. "There you go Baby Girl. Now, why don't you let us in?"

She took the card and turned to the door. That had gone almost exactly as she had planned. She had hoped to be groped a little longer in the hallway, but the card had slipped out a little faster than expected. No worry, she thought. I'll make up for it later. She used the card to unlock the door and let them both in.

Grant followed his wife into the room and looked around. It was a fairly standard king size room, with a balcony door. He saw that there were tripods and cameras set up in the room in various locations. They did not own that many cameras or tripods, so either she had bought some or borrowed some. Either way, he could make some assumptions of what they were for. Making home videos of their fun sexual adventures was not a new thing for them. They did it all the time. He saw a curtain set up on the side wall, and wondered what it was for, but before he had time to ask, he noticed the bed. On the bed Isabelle had both of their swimsuits laid out. He turned to her.

Isabelle was watching him closely. When he saw the swimsuits she smiled. She was counting on that distracting him. The curtain was there to block the connecting door. She hoped he would just ignore it. If not, she planned to tell him it was for her to put on a fashion show for him. That wouldn't be a complete lie. She intended to come out from behind it wearing a new outfit. "How'd I do Daddy? Is the room to your liking?" She knew it would be. It was almost an almost identical room to one they had stayed at several times before. The only difference being the connecting room.

"It looks perfect," he said. He pointed to the bed. "I take it the pool, or hot tub is in our future?"

"Oh, definitely," she moved closer to the bed. "Right now, as a matter of fact." She looked back at him. "I'm sure that you have got to be stressed. I know that letting me plan this could not have been easy for you." Isabelle leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I bet you even packed a backup bag just in case, didn't you?"

He chuckled, realizing she caught him. "You know me well, little one. I did indeed."

"I know my Daddy," she said. "I know how hard it has been for you letting go of control for this trip. And I know you had to get other people to take care of things at work, too. So, we are going to go down to the hot tub right now. We'll get you relaxed and ready for my big surprise." She finally took the gift box from his hand and set it on the dresser. "We can worry about this later. For now, let's get you out of those clothes!" She came back to where he stood and dropped to her knees.

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Sara sat on the bed in the other room, watching on her computer screen. Grant had seen all the cameras, but had not noticed that they were all on. She had turned them all on when she heard the two of them outside of the door, and then slipped away through the connecting door. Now, she watched as Isabelle knelt in front of Grant and took his belt off.

Sarah licked her lips. She had wondered for years what he looked like. No matter how much she had begged, Izzy had refused to share pictures. But now she was finally going to get a chance. The belt came off, and she watched as the pants dropped to the floor, revealing boxer-briefs that looked to be strained by what they contained. Damn, Sara thought to herself. No wonder Izzy has been keeping him to herself.

Much to her dismay, Isabelle did not remove the boxers next. Instead, she sat up on her knees and reached up to unbutton Grant's shirt. He helped by removing his suit jacket, and tossing it onto the bed. Then he grabbed his tie around the knot, and pulled to the side, loosening it. By the time he had it loose enough to pull over his head, Isabelle's hands were undoing the last button and his shirt fell open, revealing his chest.

Grant was like the perfect blend between one of those chiseled muscular models typical of the magazines, and a 'dad-bod' He wasn't hairless like a model, but hair didn't cover him either. He was clearly muscular and strong, but didn't have perfectly defined muscles either. He was, in a word, beautiful. She knew most men probably didn't want that word used to describe them, but that was what he was.

He shrugged his wide shoulders, and the shirt fell from them, revealing his thick powerful arms. Sara realized her mouth was wide open as she stared. Isabelle had returned to her kneeling position and was finally grasping the waist of his boxers to pull them down. Sara imagined it had to be big. She saw the bulge it was making. And she could see the rest of him. She wasn't wrong. She watched as his large muscle sprang up free, as Isabelle pulled his boxers down his legs. Sara just stared for a moment. She'd seen longer, and she'd seen thicker. But she wasn't sure if she'd ever seen that length and thickness together before. Now she understood why Isabelle was so faithful. She wouldn't risk losing that either.

She could feel herself getting wet as Isabelle took her husband into her mouth as she slid his swimsuit up his legs. It impressed Sara that she could take it all. She was even more impressed that she was willingly putting clothing back on that man.

She realized she needed to hurry and get dressed herself, so she turned away from the screen and got ready.

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Isabelle reluctantly let Grant's cock slip from her mouth as she leaned back and pulled his swim trunks up, covering him. It was difficult for her to resist him, especially when he was not fighting her. He was just standing there, letting her do what she wanted. She could sit here and just suck him off to her heart's content. But she knew she had other things in mind. She had plans, and Sara was waiting for them.

She stood up and watched with a smile as he reached into his trunks to re-adjust himself. It did little good. No matter what he did, there was still a decent sized tent in the front of his suit. "Don't worry Daddy, I'm pretty sure we are the only one's here."

Isabelle slowly removed her dress, swishing and swirling her body around as if dancing to music that wasn't there. She was having fun teasing him, and she knew that this would keep him nice and hard. Once she was naked, she gathered his clothes and her dress, folded them neatly, and put them in the dresser. The longer she was naked in front of him, the better as far as she was concerned.

He just watched silently, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to avoid jerking off while he did so. When she had everything put away, she finally grabbed her suit and put it on. She had picked a two-piece bikini suit for this occasion. Compared to some of the other things she planned to wear, it was reasonably conservative. But it still left little to the imagination. The material for the top only covered about half of each breast. The bottoms may as well have been a sexy pair of panties.

Once dressed she looked at him and smiled. "Ok, I'm ready." She grabbed her bag and put a key card in it. "Let's go relieve some of that stress of yours Daddy.", nodding toward the tent in his swimsuit.

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As they walked through the halls, Grant was once again impressed with how open his wife was being about flaunting herself in public. He had expected her to grab a towel or something to cover up for the walk, but she had not. She strutted through the walls in nothing but her bikini. They did not pass anyone, which he was sure helped. She's been here a while today, he thought to himself. She's likely made the same connection that I did, between the day of the week, and the lack of people. Still, he was impressed with her boldness.

They walked into the pool area together. There was one other person in the room, a redheaded woman swimming in the pool. She looked vaguely familiar to Grant, but he wasn't sure why. It was possible she just had one of those looks. He turned to Isabelle who was smiling watching the other woman swim. "Looks like we'll have an audience tonight," she said. "And a pretty hot one too, huh, babe?"

Grant turned back and watched for a moment. The redhead was making laps in the pool, and as she turned around, he got a decent look at her. She wore a white one-piece swimsuit that looked like a large "V". It covered the important bits, but nothing else. "She's certainly not bad," Grant admitted.

He couldn't deny that having a gorgeous redhead in the room was going to make fooling around in the hot tub even more fun for him. They always hoped for an audience when they came to the hot tub, but rarely got one. He sometimes wondered what Isabelle would do if a particularly adventurous woman were to be around, and actually see them. What if this woman in the pool caught them and came over? He knew she was bisexual. And they fantasized about having another woman join them all the time. What would she do if that woman caught us and came over I wonder?

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Grant of course did not know that the redhead was Sara. Isabelle knew, and was planning on getting seen. They had worked it out earlier in the room. Sara was going to watch, but she would not join or interrupt. In fact, she was supposed to just watch for a while, and then leave before they finished.

"Well," Isabelle whispered to him as she watched Sara swimming. "Let's head over to the hot tub and give her a show shall we?" She nodded toward the hot tub and gave him a light push. "You go get in, I'll grab us some towels."

Isabelle kissed him before he went, and then headed over to the other side of the pool where there was a shelf full of towels. She watched as Sara stopped swimming to take a good long look at Grant as he stepped down into the tub. Then Sara swam over toward Isabelle. "Did he recognize me?" She was quiet so Grant could not hear.

"I don't think so, but he definitely liked what he saw," Isabelle said looking down. "As do I. Nice choice of suits by the way." She grabbed a few towels. "Hope you enjoy the show," She looked up and saw Grant watching them both, so she walked away, coming around the pool toward the hot tub.

"Do you know her?" Grant asked. "It looked like you were talking to her."

"No," Isabelle said as she set the towels down on a nearby table. "She was just asking about towels. She hadn't realized that the shelf there was available to everyone." Isabelle set her purse down and reached in, pulling out a small camera and tripod. Grant's eyes got bigger as he saw what she had.

"What are you doing?"

"Well," she said as she bent over and set up the tripod next to the tub. It was a short one, only a few inches tall, but that was all she needed. They were going to be in the tub after all. "Why not make a video while we are here right?"

He was beginning to wonder what was going on. Who is this woman, and what has she done with my shy little girl? He looked around and saw that the woman in the pool was now relaxing at the side of the pool. He couldn't be sure from here, but it looked like she was watching the two of them.

Isabelle finished setting up the camera and slid down into the hot tub, feeling the warm water instantly relax her muscles. She had not realized how much the anxiety of planning this and keeping the secret had been stressing her out until that hot water hit her body and she felt her entire body go limp. "Mmmmm" she let a moan escape her mouth as she settled into the seat next to her husband.

Grant put his arm around her and leaned back, letting his head fall backward, as if he was looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were closed, but had he opened them, he would have seen that this room had a glass ceiling, allowing for a marvellous view of the nighttime sky. The sun had only gone down an hour or two ago, but already the sky was full of stars.

As he sat there enjoying the warm jets of the hot tub, he felt Isabelle's hand touch his thigh under the water. He smiled, but kept his eyes closed. Her hand moved up his leg over the top of his shorts, where it found his cock, still hard. She rubbed his erection back and forth for a moment before letting her hand slide further until it found the ties that held his shorts tightly around his waist. He felt a tug on the strings and the waist loosened quickly.

Once loose, her palm was flat against his stomach, right above his shorts. It only lay there for half a second before she slid her hand down into his shorts and quickly wrapped around his shaft. An upward flick of her wrist caused the elastic band of the shorts to slide down exposing his cock to the water. He opened his eyes and looked down. The head of his cock was just breaking the surface of the water in front of him. He looked up across the room discreetly and saw that the woman in the pool had moved. She was closer to them now. It looked like she was treading water. All he could see from where he sat was her head bobbing up and down in the water.

Isabelle was watching Sara as well, and stroked Grant's cock in time with Sara's movements. She thought it was a nice touch. The imagery of Sara moving up and down, at the same pace as she was stroking him, was bound to get him excited.

It did. It only took him a moment to notice that his wife's movements matched that of the woman in the pool. Soon, he couldn't help but imagine that the woman in the pool was somehow involved.

After a while, Isabelle moved around in front of Grant, turning her back on Sara. She crouched down lower in the water and smiled up at her husband. "Is Daddy still stressed?" She asked as she continued to stroke him. He nodded, playing along with her game. Any stress he had been feeling had left him the second she had grabbed a hold of his cock. "Is she watching Daddy?"

Grant strained his neck up, looking toward the pool. The woman had moved again. She was now in the pool's corner. The one closest to the hot tub, and it looked like she was trying to watch them without being obvious. "I think she is, yes."

Isabelle grinned. Of course she KNEW that Sara was watching, but she couldn't let Grant know that. "Good," she said. She reached up to the camera and hit the button to record, before leaning down further and taking him into her mouth, dipping her head below the surface of the water until she had his entire cock in her throat.

Grant looked at the camera, and then at the woman in the pool, and then toward the door to make sure no one else was coming or watching. The only one who was watching was the woman in the pool, and she didn't seem to be upset about what she saw. Isabelle came up from under the water for a breath of air. She took a deep breath and then submerged herself once more. Under the water she took him back into her mouth, her hand still stroking him.

Ripples formed in the water as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, the back of her head emerging from the water each time, like the shell of a turtle. This was one of his favorite things in the world. The juxtaposition of the warmth of her mouth next to the warm water of the tub was one of his favorite feelings. Add to that the excitement of being watched, and he wasn't sure if he was going to last long.