Alice and Tim had twin fifteen-month-old girls. They were gorgeous, smart, good eaters and easy sleepers. Alice and Tim however were exhausted. An accountant, Tim worked long hours to get ahead and Alice spent her days changing diapers, feeding babies, and never getting a moment's peace. By the time Tim got home and they all had dinner, bathed the babies and got them down for the night, both parents were ready for bed and sleep. Just sleep. Once a week or so they indulged in a quickie, which left them feeling briefly physically satisfied but emotionally empty.

"You know, baby," Tim said one evening as they collapsed into bed, "I miss making love. Long, luxurious, caressing, touching, hugging, kissing love."

"I know. Me too. I remember it well and I'm sure it used to be lots of fun." Alice yawned.

"How about asking your folks to babysit while they're here next weekend?"

"Oh Tim. My folks don't get much chance to see us and they only have this long weekend."

"I know, but I want to spend an evening with you. Just you."

Alice yawned again. "I'll see whether I'm comfortable asking."

The following afternoon, Alice called her mother who lived about four hundred miles away. "Mom," she said in the middle of the conversation, "I was wondering whether you and dad might baby sit with the twins one evening so Tim and I can have dinner together, just the two of us."

Alice's mother's warm voice jumped in quickly. "Of course, dear. We planned to do that all along as a surprise. We thought you could go out Saturday evening. We'll feed the girls so you two can do something fun for a change. And we'll even take the baby monitor so you won't be bothered until morning."

Alice shared the good news with Tim that evening and Tim agreed to make all the arrangements. Since it would be a surprise, Tim told Alice only that she should dress up very fancy and be ready at six o'clock sharp.

Late Saturday afternoon, Alice and Tim got dressed, hugged the girls and Alice's parents and walked out the front door. There, parked at the curb, was the longest limousine Alice had ever seen. "Tim, is that for us?"

"It certainly is. Nothing but the best."

"But a limo. That's so expensive."

"I want to be able to drink and get a little blitzed tonight without having to worry about driving home. So I thought this was the best idea."

At the sight of the couple, the limo-driver trotted around the car and opened the door. The couple climbed in and found a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses. On the way downtown, they sipped the bubbly liquid and giggled as if they were two teen-agers on their way to the prom.

The restaurant was packed but thanks to Tim's reservation, they were seated and served efficiently. By the end of the main course, the couple had finished most of a bottle of wine Tim had selected and were relaxed and happy. "Remember that evening we had dinner at that seafood place at the beach?" Tim asked.

Alice remembered it well and blushed.

"Would you do that again?" Tim asked.

Alice well remembered that she had gone into the ladies room and taken off her underwear. "Oh Timmy," she giggled.

"Do it. For me."

Alice walked to the ladies room. Glad she had worn a soft silk blouse and tight skirt, she entered a stall and took off her bra and panties. Wearing only a garter belt, stockings and a slip beneath her clothes, she returned to the table. Tim placed his hand, palm up, on the table. Blushing, Alice placed her undergarments in his hand.

"That's a good girl," Tim said, slipping the clothing in his jacket pocket and moving beside her on the banquette. Beneath the overhang of the tablecloth, he squeezed Alice's knee, then slid her skirt up. As the waiter took their desert orders, Tim slid the tips of his fingers up the inside of her thigh and felt her shiver. With a bit of wiggling, his fingers reached her soaking pussy and he flicked his finger over her clit.

Trying to look relaxed, Alice moved slightly and pressed her thighs together. "Timmy, please," she said breathlessly.

Tim leaned over and blew a stream of cool air down the front of her blouse and watched her nipples tighten. "I can see your hard little nippies through that material," he whispered. "Does that embarrass you?"

"You know it does," Alice said, her cheeks flushed.

"Good."

While the two lovers ate their dessert Tim frequently reached beneath Alice's skirt and played with her pussy. By the time Tim had paid the check, Alice was trembling with need. "I don't want to go home," she whined.

"And we won't," Tim said, pulling a room key to the hotel next door from his pocket. He glanced at his watch. "It's almost nine. The limo is due at eleven, but the driver said he'd wait as long as we needed." Tim grinned. "He's got three kids under ten and is thrilled to help us with this evening together."

"You do think of everything baby," Alice said, hugging Tim's arm.

In the hotel room Alice found another bottle of chardonnay chilling. "When did you set this all up?"

"I picked up the key earlier this afternoon when I took your dad to the supermarket."

"You mean my father knows about this?"

"He suggested the wine."

"Dirty old man." Alice grinned.

Tim grabbed for Alice and nibbled at her lips. "Yup. He and your mom seem to have it real good." He gazed at his wife admiringly. Then he reached over and turned on the radio and tuned it to an easy-listening station. "Remember how you used to dance for me?"

"Ummm." Alice smiled, then extended her arms horizontally and swayed her hips. She danced around the room while Tim poured wine. He settled himself on the bed and tuned the radio to an easy listening station. "Would you do a strip for me?"

Alice winked at him, then slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. It took four songs before the blouse was open to her waist. Without a bra for support, her breasts swayed and Tim caught a glimpse of her smoky nipples. Alice wiggled her shoulders close to him but, when he reached for her, Alice slapped his hands away. "Patience, baby," she purred.

With agonizing deliberation she unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her half-slip off. Dressed in her unbuttoned blouse, garter belt and stockings, she moved around the room, watching the lust build in her husband's eyes. Alice turned her back to Tim to teasingly remove her blouse and saw that she was reflected in the wide mirror over the dresser. "Can you see me?" she asked and saw Tim's gaze shift to the mirror. She let the blouse slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Then she cupped her breasts and leaned forward.

The combination of the wine and the erotic atmosphere made Alice a bit more daring than she might otherwise be. She leaned against the mirror and pressed her nipples against the cold glass. "Ooh," she crooned. "Feels cold." She watched Tim almost leap off the bed and come up behind her.

"Watch me in the mirror," he said, standing against her back and holding her hands in his. "See how we both hold your breasts?" Alice slumped against him and they both watched his dark, hairy hands play with her white breasts. Slowly he slid his hands down her belly and into her bush.

"You're still all dressed," Alice said, turning and quickly removing her husband's shirt, slacks and underwear. "That's better."

Tim cupped her buttocks and lifted her so she sat on the dresser, her back against the cold glass of the mirror. He spread her legs wide, stepped between them, and pulled her forward so her hot pussy was against the tip of his rock hard penis. "You asked for this, baby." He pulled and buried his cock in her cunt.

"Oh baby. Fuck me good."

Tim pulled back, then slowly inserted his cock again. In and out, slowly and deliberately, he alternately filled and emptied Alice's cunt. When he withdrew again Alice wrapped her hand around his hard, wet shaft and squeezed. As he pushed forward she let his cock slide slowly through her fist and into her waiting pussy. As she cupped his balls he pounded. "Not yet," she yelled. "Just a moment." She twined her legs around his waist, linked her feet and held him tightly inside. Panting, she felt her climax slowly wash over her then thunder through her entire body. "Now," she screamed and Tim let his orgasm take him.

They dozed, then made love again. They returned to their limo just before midnight and arrived home to a darkened house. As they walked toward their bedroom, Alice whispered, "You know mom and dad have the monitor. No one will disturb us until morning."

Tim nipped at her earlobe. "How about if I disturb you?"

"Yeah," she said. "How about that."