My wife Wendy woke me with a wank. A wonderful way to be wakened. She was sitting up in bed, supporting her weight on her left hand, wanking me with the right. She smiled down at me and said; "Happy birthday husband." She swung a leg over me and guided my very hard cock into her very wet cunt. She did the work, riding me as I fondled her fine tits, eventually milking a generous amount of spunk. I looked at my watch, a pre-breakfast fuck is very nice, but I had an appointment. We were staying at a golf resort hotel, my real birthday present, on the 'Twos' deal, two nights accomodation, two breakfasts, two lunches, two dinners and two rounds of golf. We had arrived to late for dinner the previous day, so had been given an upgrade for tonight's dinner. What that meant was instead of dining in the basic restaurant, we would be in the top one. I was looking forward to that. The resort had three golf courses and three restaurants. It was huge. My appointment was for my first round of golf. To be on time, I would have to skip either a shower or breakfast. I would stay dirty. I kissed Wendy goodbye and left. I did not know who my partner would be, the resort would have matched me with someone claiming the same handicap. Luckily, my 'blind date' and I got on right from the start. Three hours later, I had won. He suggested a re-match that afternoon. He had booked the slot, all he would have to do was tell the secretary that I would be partnering him, instead of the lucky dip partner. Wendy would not be pleased, we had planned some time together, but it was my birthday after all, I agreed. I returned to the room, Wendy was not there, she had planned to spend the morning in the spa. I showered and shaved and was in the bathroom when she returned. She looked stunning. "You're back early." She said. "Match play," I replied. "We didn't go the eighteen." "Did you win?" "I did." She opened the top two buttons of her blouse. "Would you like to claim yout prize?" Would I? My cock answered for me, saluting her. She removed her knickers. She was in fine spirits at lunch. Until I told her about the afternoon match. She said nothing. Not even goodbye when I left her in the room. I had blown it. Big time. I stopped at reception and had flowers sent to the room, then went to play golf. I won the return match as well. Wendy was not in the room when I got back. The flowers were in the bin. I called her moble. Turned off. I showered and dressed, still no sign of Wendy. Her things were still in the room, so she had not walked out quite yet. There were five bars in the complex. I found her in the bar of the best, well, the most expensive, restaurant, sitting on a high stool at the bar, legs crossed. She was dressed to kill and somewhat the worse for drink. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing not only stocking tops, but plenty of thigh above them, suspenders leading tantalisingly to what was concealed, just about, above. Several men were in attendance. They melted awat when they discovered that I was her husband and I guided Wendy to our nearby dining table. She was still not speaking to me, she spoke only to the waiter to order her meal. I made sure that we both drank only water and she started to sober up. We finished the meal and were waiting for coffeee. It was still early, I had booked an early dinner, planning to spend the evening exchanging bodily fluids with my wife. I wondered what was on TV. From my seat, I could see the bar. A young woman walked past on high heels. She had one of those arses that look like a cat in a bag, strugging to get out. My eyes locked onto it. She hoisted herself up onto the stool where Wendy had been and crossed her legs, displaying almost as much as Wendy had. Wendy must have folowed my gaze, she spoke to me for the first time since lunch. "In your deams." I decided to retaliate; "I can still pull." "Her you can, she's for hire, I wonder how much she charges." I carefully folded my serviette, stood, and approached Miss Cat-in -a-sack. Returning a few minutes later to a surprised looking Wendy. "Two hundred an hour," I informed her. "But I could get it without paying, I can still pull." Wendy called my bluff; "If you can score before midnight, and by that I mean fuck, without paying for it other than buying her a drink, you can have that new set of clubs that you have been lusting after." "Watch me." I replied. "But," she added. "I get the same deal." "Not fair," I responded. " Its easier for a woman." "I'll charge £200 an hour then," she said. "Even things up a bit." She stood up and left. I caught her wrist. "Condoms." I said. "Naturally." She replied, and pulled free. Naturally. What did that mean? Naturally meaning 'of course', or naturally meaning 'as in nature', i.e. without? I had a bad feeling about this, there must have been twice as many male guests as females. But of course, there was the staff. That evened things up a bit, surely there was a chambermaid with an itch needing scratched? At eleven p.m., I gave up. I must have propositioned every unattached female and spent more on drinks than the £200 asked for by Miss Cat-in -a-sack. I had failed. Wendy had disappeared without trace. There was porn on the pay tv in the room. I lay on the bed like a lonely salesman, and wanked. I even failed at that, I fell asleep. Wendy woke me when she came in. It was two in the morning. "Earn your clubs?" She asked. "No," I replied sadly. "Obviously you did?" She had undressed. She sat on the bed and removed a wad of notes from her handbag. There were fifty, twenty pound notes. I was gobsmacked. "You've just fucked five men!" I shrilled. "Four," she corrected. "One wanted… Extras." "Extras?" I said? "What sort of extras." "Anal." She confessed. Anal? She had never allowed me anal. I expressed my disappointment. "It wasn't planned, he asked. We didn't even have proper lubricant, we used hand cream." "Hand cream," I grumbled. "You wouldnt let me do it even with proper lubricant." She wiggled a little finger. "He was no porn star," she grinned. "I decided that I would start small. I know that you should have been the first, sorry." She kissed me and said; "I've still got plenty of hand cream…" What a birthday, two rounds of golf and my first ever anal sex. Before she fell asleep, Wendy murmered; " Keep the money, buy your clubs." What a birthday.