The Marina Bay Sands hotel stands overlooking the business district of Singapore. The rooftop pool area has views of the high-rise bank buildings and the glittery edifices to the financial system integral to Singapore’s success sparkle as the sun descends over the horizon. Husband loves the city and seems to be incredibly relaxed as he sips on a cocktail while reading his book. The city is busy and seems to be constantly on the move, and yet he has no problem with this, unlike London which drives him crazy. For me, I have just been glad to explore some of the food options that the city is famous for. Husband has learned to eat a few unusual dishes as a result of eating with me and my family, but he avoids some of the foods and the clash of cultures here amuses me.

The suite we were staying in was fantastic, not the high-end type but much larger than your standard hotel room, the bathroom was about as big as they tend to be. The bath tub was large enough to easily hold two people so I was looking forward to trying that out later. The bed was large and would give us a lot of room to move around in and the large balcony overlooked the Gardens by the Bay, a huge botanical garden. The view was wonderful, especially at night when the towers would be lit up and the city seemed even more alive than it did during the day.

We decided to take in some of the city’s nightlife, so we retired from the pool and back into the room. It felt like we had hardly been inside the room for our entire trip, which is one of the main issues with staying in an expensive hotel, you either miss out on exploring or you feel as though you haven’t gotten your money’s worth. Husband went into the bathroom and began running a bath for us as I peeling out of by bathing suit and tied up my hair. Soft music played from the bathroom and echoed off the tiled walls and floor. The lighting in the room and bathroom was adjustable and the atmosphere was very relaxing.

By the time I walked into the bathroom, with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand, Husband was already in the tub, the water still running and bubbles covering his body. I sat on the side of the bath and tested the water with my hand, casually moving the bubbles around so I could get a look at what he was trying to hide. His penis was agreeable to the warm water and already seemed to be reacting to what it thought was about to happen. He may have been right, the cheeky thing, it knows I find it rather charming. I slid into the bath opposite Husband and allowed my body to relax in the warm water.

There is one advantage to being the smaller one of the couple, and that is I could comfortably tease him with my feet as we sat chatting and giggling in the water. The wine was certainly helping the experience. I rested against the back of the bath and stroked his chest and stomach with my foot, attempting to tickle him and failing, which just made me laugh more. His faux confused, and yet very much ‘in control’ expression is both alluring and charming. He has a way of melting me with a look that I have never been able to adequately describe.

With a small amount of manoeuvring I was able to turn around and rest my back against this chest, forgetting the foot action and embracing the fact that we could both easily go to sleep right then and there. Of course, there were certain indicators that this would not be the case, these indicators were between our legs and crying out for attention.

Never underestimate the seductive power of getting sudsy in such a situation. Husband massaged my shoulders and neck with soapy hands. They moved easily over my skin and his firm touch weakened me. As he reached around and began massaging my breasts I reached back and began to do the same with his dick, hard and ready. Husband has a way of delaying the fun, mostly just to frustrate me, I think he likes to see me being desperate for him. I am good at hiding emotions most of the time, but he has a way of subverting that and exposing who I really am in any moment, with sex he is a master.

He slid away from me and out of the bath, drying himself and then standing with a fresh towel for me. There is something comical about being offered a towel by a man with a fully erect penis, that being said, it is a difficult offer to refuse for the same reason. I stepped out of the bath and into his arms, which enveloped me in the towel and dried me gently. Still wrapped in the towel he lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the bathroom. Much to my confusion he also carried me past the bed, which I had expected to be our ultimate destination. Instead we made our way onto the balcony any into the warm night air. He laid me down on a small cushioned bench seat, which until that afternoon had been sitting quite happily at the foot of the bed, but we had needed somewhere to sit outside.

It was at this time when I really got to enjoy the view in a way that I hadn’t earlier, while cumming. His tongue knows every small part of my body, and exactly what it needs to do to get the biggest reaction out of me. His fingers are strong and precise inside me. I don’t bother to hide my enjoyment or to try to hold the volume of my pleasure down. I assume, perhaps wrongly, that the traffic noise from the city will drown me out, or that the lights aren’t on in the rooms next to us, so there is no one there to hear. I realise that this is a ridiculous thing to think in a hotel that big, and with that many guests, but the truth is I simply didn’t care then, and still don’t now. My husband was using his various skills to bring me to orgasm, more than once and I loved every second.

When I was finally able to catch my breath, I pulled Husband slowly up my body, his tongue finally finding its way to my nipples, sucking and licking with varying ferocity. I forced myself up to a seated position and moved myself forward onto him, finally feeling him enter me. With my legs wrapped around him I pulled his lips to mine and tasted the sticky sweetness of his lips with my tongue. His strong hands gripped my ass as I was once again lifted into the air. With him still inside me, and me trying to grind against him we went back into the room and I was dropped onto the soft mattress.

He took hold of my leg, by the knee and rolled me onto my stomach. I came up to my hands and knees on the bed as watched in the full-length wall mounted mirror as he pushed himself inside of me once again. I backed into him harder and harder, watching his face in the mirror as I did. He was trying to maintain his calm cool image and I was determined to see this fall. It didn’t take me long, constricting myself around his penis as I moved, getting tighter and tighter for him, moving my hips from side to side and moaning loudly. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes and I knew I had him. I moved away and onto my back so I could watch him orgasm, using my hand on his shaft to help the process along. He sighed contentedly once again, and then with a sharp breath and a shudder his orgasm ripped through him, spraying its warmth onto my breasts and stomach. I love the feeling and it somehow always seems to make me orgasm as well. I don’t know if it is the feel of it, the knowledge that I caused it, or any myriad of other thoughts, emotions or feelings, again I don’t look too deeply in it, it makes me feel fantastic.

He fell onto the bed next to me and tried to catch his breath. His chest taking in deep breaths and his penis still refusing to retreat from battle. I kissed him again, slowly, without the urgency that we had had before, and walked into the bathroom to shower, he still owed me a night on the town.