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love. Kenzo and I are going to get a drink in the kitchen before he goes. Then I’ll come back for you.”
I mumbled something, not sure what and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I slept. Jeff’s voice calling my name seeped through my subconscious, and my eyes flickered open. Jeff smelt fresh and wore pajama bottoms. He scooped me off the sofa and carried me to our ensuite, where he’d prepared a bath for me.
Removing my robe, he lowered me into the soapy bathtub and gently washed me. The smell of the scented musk bubbles tickled my nose. I didn’t realise how achy my body felt until the warmness of the water soaked through my pores.
“Relax, love, let me take of you,” he said, then continued to wash me in silence.
As he washed me, I noticed the front of his pajama bottoms growing. He didn’t seem to mind nor show any signs of discomfort as he administered to my needs. Cleansed he lifted me from the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy bath towel and carried me to our bedroom.
Our bedroom was darkened, only the light from the flames of candles scattered around the room. The fragrance of exotic oils filled the room. How had I passed through this room earlier without noticing what Jeff had done to it? Our bed was covered by an old white sheet. Assorted oils lined our side table.
“You were awesome tonight, Stace. I’m going to see to it you’re appropriately rewarded, starting with a long, slow massage.”
I tried to say something, but he covered my mouth with his, sucking the words right out of me.
“You don’t have to say anything, Stace. I know what you did tonight was for me.” He laid me on the sheet and began to dry me. I opened my mouth to speak and he pressed his finger to my lips again, shutting off my ability to speak.
“No, don’t say a word, Stace. I want you to just listen. We’ve wasted so much time; time we’ll never have back from me staying silent far too long.”
I remained silent. Knowing Jeff as I did, he wanted to tell me something, but was struggling to get it out. Me saying anything now could cause him to clam up, and I’d never know what it was he wanted to tell me.
I kept my mouth shut.
Dried, he began massaging the oils deep into my skin kneading and pressing. I waited patiently for him to finish the search in his mind for what he needed to say.
“Something happened to me tonight…” He paused. “I love you so much, Stace, it hurts that I enjoy watching you with another man. I was so turned on by seeing someone else’s cock moving in and out of you,” he said. He voice ebbed away as though lost in thought or memory, I don’t know which. His hands bit into me, they pressed with urgency and became painful as he used his strength.
I tried to bear it, but it was too much. I moaned my discomfort loudly and he stopped.
“I’m sorry love,” he said, kissing my back, all the places where he noted the change in colour rising to the surface of my skin. Whatever he was going to say forgotten, his fingers became more intimate. I tried to get him to finish what he was going to say, but he had other things in mind. The massage was replaced by his arousal. His lovemaking was slow and sweet, our bodies entwined as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I awoke to the aroma of fried bacon. I looked over at Jeff’s side of the bed; empty and all reminiscences of the night before vanished. If it wasn’t for the soreness to my lower half and back, I would’ve suspected I’d dreamt it. What a wild, far-out dream that would have been. My aching body reminded me it was no dream. I still pinched myself. Jeff was making breakfast.
In sixteen years of marriage, he’d only made breakfast twice. Each time I’d been too ill to move or eat a morsel of what he made. However, he’d tried and I loved him all the more for the effort.
I hurried to wash and dress to join Jeff in the kitchen. I wanted to know what last night was about, he’d wanted to say something and felt better of it. I
I mumbled something, not sure what and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I slept. Jeff’s voice calling my name seeped through my subconscious, and my eyes flickered open. Jeff smelt fresh and wore pajama bottoms. He scooped me off the sofa and carried me to our ensuite, where he’d prepared a bath for me.
Removing my robe, he lowered me into the soapy bathtub and gently washed me. The smell of the scented musk bubbles tickled my nose. I didn’t realise how achy my body felt until the warmness of the water soaked through my pores.
“Relax, love, let me take of you,” he said, then continued to wash me in silence.
As he washed me, I noticed the front of his pajama bottoms growing. He didn’t seem to mind nor show any signs of discomfort as he administered to my needs. Cleansed he lifted me from the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy bath towel and carried me to our bedroom.
Our bedroom was darkened, only the light from the flames of candles scattered around the room. The fragrance of exotic oils filled the room. How had I passed through this room earlier without noticing what Jeff had done to it? Our bed was covered by an old white sheet. Assorted oils lined our side table.
“You were awesome tonight, Stace. I’m going to see to it you’re appropriately rewarded, starting with a long, slow massage.”
I tried to say something, but he covered my mouth with his, sucking the words right out of me.
“You don’t have to say anything, Stace. I know what you did tonight was for me.” He laid me on the sheet and began to dry me. I opened my mouth to speak and he pressed his finger to my lips again, shutting off my ability to speak.
“No, don’t say a word, Stace. I want you to just listen. We’ve wasted so much time; time we’ll never have back from me staying silent far too long.”
I remained silent. Knowing Jeff as I did, he wanted to tell me something, but was struggling to get it out. Me saying anything now could cause him to clam up, and I’d never know what it was he wanted to tell me.
I kept my mouth shut.
Dried, he began massaging the oils deep into my skin kneading and pressing. I waited patiently for him to finish the search in his mind for what he needed to say.
“Something happened to me tonight…” He paused. “I love you so much, Stace, it hurts that I enjoy watching you with another man. I was so turned on by seeing someone else’s cock moving in and out of you,” he said. He voice ebbed away as though lost in thought or memory, I don’t know which. His hands bit into me, they pressed with urgency and became painful as he used his strength.
I tried to bear it, but it was too much. I moaned my discomfort loudly and he stopped.
“I’m sorry love,” he said, kissing my back, all the places where he noted the change in colour rising to the surface of my skin. Whatever he was going to say forgotten, his fingers became more intimate. I tried to get him to finish what he was going to say, but he had other things in mind. The massage was replaced by his arousal. His lovemaking was slow and sweet, our bodies entwined as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I awoke to the aroma of fried bacon. I looked over at Jeff’s side of the bed; empty and all reminiscences of the night before vanished. If it wasn’t for the soreness to my lower half and back, I would’ve suspected I’d dreamt it. What a wild, far-out dream that would have been. My aching body reminded me it was no dream. I still pinched myself. Jeff was making breakfast.
In sixteen years of marriage, he’d only made breakfast twice. Each time I’d been too ill to move or eat a morsel of what he made. However, he’d tried and I loved him all the more for the effort.
I hurried to wash and dress to join Jeff in the kitchen. I wanted to know what last night was about, he’d wanted to say something and felt better of it. I
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