Union

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The years had taken it's toll on our marriage. I sank into the bath tub and wondered what had happened and how to change it. This would be the first weekend in a long time when we would be alone together. The kids were all away for weekend and I hoped we would finally have time to be together again.

I wondered if he even realized how long it had been since we had made love. Sure, we had sex often enough. Usually just long enough to gratify us both, but nothing meaningful. I rose from the tub and put on my favorite dress, a violet clingy wisp of material that I hadn't worn in years. I was surprised I still fit into it after three kids and the amount of fast food I had eaten.

I had left a message for him to bring something home for dinner and hoped he wouldn't be late and tired.

I put my hair loosely up as I made sure our bed had fresh sheets on it. I went downstairs light a few candles, got out a bottle of lotion and stretched, letting go of the tension of the past week as I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window and there he was, just as sexy as when he had first driven over to my place for our first date.


OOC: this thread can go one of two ways, either delve into the past (first date etc.) or flow on from this point in time, I do not have anyone in mind for the husband but I do ask that you be respectful of the setting and such.

 

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OOC: If this works for you, I'm happy to run with this thread... haven't got a 'wives/marriage' category thread atm.

IC: Frustration. That was the word for it Frustration. What had happened to them? They had been so good together when they first dated, playing off each other's humor, working on each other's problems. People had joked that they were the couple who would still be on their honeymoon when they were 98. Then life happened. His job was more intense than ever. She was raising three kids. There was no time to be together, no time to be themselves. He hated it.

This weekend, the kids were away. This, he had decided was their last chance. He wouldn't leave her, because he still loved her. But what was the point in pretending to be a real marriage when they hardly ever even saw one another. No, they had this weekend to revitalise what once had been or he knew both of them would be going through the motions of marriage without being married in their heart. People were already starting to flirt with them both, and at one time, that would never have been allowed.

She wanted him to get something to bring home to eat. And so he had. It was the very thing they'd eaten on their first date. Seafood. Lobster, salmon, salad and the aphrodisiac they'd both heard of and tried that night... oysters. How would she react when she saw it? That would be the first sign.

 

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I greeted him at the door with a mysterious smile. I had been thinking about this weekend for a long time, dreaming more likely. We had both been getting attention from others at party and first it had been fun, then I wondered what they saw that we didn't. I missed the playful days, when a look or a kiss would make me warm all day. Nowadays it was the obligatory peck and off to work.

I greeted him with a long, kiss and then I smelled food. I glanced down and my eyes light up at the sight. It reminded me of our first date, which seemed like an eternity ago. At least we were on the same page I thought as we walked to the kitchen. I added a little extra sway to my step and wondered what he was thinking.

 

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OOC: Do you want to add names or just leave it at she and he?

IC: He followed her into the kitchen, watching her sway so sexily. She hadn't walked like that in years. Was it the first pregnancy that had killed her sway, or had she lost it before that? He could not remember, but he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He lay the basket of food on the table and looked at her as she reached up to take down some plates from the cupboard. She was so sexy. Did she even realise it any more? When was the last time he had paid her an earnest compliment about the way she looked? He could not remember and felt ashamed. That had to change tonight, now.

He strode over behind her and put his arms around her waist. His lips nuzzled against the nape of her neck, kissing and teasing the soft skin there. What was it he had said all those years ago? The corny line which had made her chuckle so? Oh yes.

He whispered softly in her ear. "If I faint will you catch me? I don't know if I can stand being next to such incredible beauty."

 

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(he she is okay for most part adds mysterious intimacy of generality....I suppose names will come into play eventually)

She moved against him, enjoying the feel of his body behind her. The line triggered all sorts of memories as she chuckled. "Well, only if I have enough warning."

She slowly turned around her hands full as she pressed against him. "If I told you, you had a great body would you hold it against me?" She smiled as she joked with him, it was as if all the tension and crap had faded and it was just him and her and nothing else mattered.

 

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(he she it is then, and I hear your reason why. make sense)

He looked into her dazzling eyes with a lump catching in his throat. Why had he let these years overwhelm their love so? Perhaps that was sexist, to assume he was the only one responsible, but looking at his wife, he couldn't help it. She was wonderful and he could only hope to deserve her once more.

"If you said I had a beautiful body," he responded, the old words flowing back after so many years. "I'd swear you were looking in a mirror. Oh honey, I have missed you so much. I love you."

 

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It was a brief moment of peace as her lips met his and then it was back to the food and relaxing and letting the evening unfold. She was smiling more than she had in years as they set the table and she recalled the last time she had tried to seduce him........the back rub had put him to sleep and by the morning the kids were clambering on bed and life had continued. She made herself a promise that they would touch more often starting now. He pulled her chair out for her and she slipped her shoe off to play with his leg. Watching his smile as they played and joked and relaxed.

 

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He thrilled to the touch of her foot against his calf, and then his thigh. She used to almost be able to masturbate him with that foot, but they had long since stopped touching like that. Not that they stopped having sex, but the passion was gone and the mechanics were all that remained. Until that night.

He looked into her eyes as they ate, watching the tender morsels of seafood disappear between her delicate lips. He wanted her so badly now, but more than that, he wanted to take his time. He wanted to please her in ways he had thought he'd forgotten, and he would.

His hand reached out to touch hers as she set her knife down. His fingers brushed her softly, keeping time with her foot, telling her that everything she wanted to do to him, he was going to do for her. And more.