Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
While my son was in town for Spring Break, the Hunter stayed away from my bed. This was prior to him moving in, so we had a several day stretch of no physical contact. That ended on a Friday night when the Hunter invited both of us out to dinner. You can read about that week here.
Dinner was great, but my son has some adjusting to do with coming to grips of his mom dating. He turned away when I kissed the Hunter hello and he was a bit flustered when we ended dinner and told him that the Hunter would bring me home later. Perhaps I should have lined up that hand-off a bit better. That’s not the topic of this post. What I want to talk about is after we left dinner. Maggie got to check off something in her sexual bucket list.
After dinner the Hunter had two options for that evening’s entertainment. One was to sit by the water’s edge to enjoy the moonlight and some beer. The other option was an hourly motel. I obviously choose the latter because 1) I was horny and 2) this has always fascinated me.
We pull into one that he has used regularly and I was entertained the entire evening. First of all, they have a garage so cheating spouses’ cars are carefully hidden. Then the amount of traffic coming and going was huge. It was Friday date night and folks were getting some serious action that night. The room was small but it had a glass wall so you can watch someone in the shower from the bed. It also had a multi-colored disco ball, radio, TV playing porn and rubber mattress cover. The motel was cheesy and seedy from my suburban lacrosse mom perspective, but I was game and the sex, as always, was great. I did have my moment of reflection on the drive home that if my love nest was always like this, I would feel cheap. I prefer my love nest at home, but I didn’t tell the Hunter. I didn’t need to because he said he preferred it too. Would I do it again? Possibly under the right circumstances….