The light from the full moon causes wavy stripes on the sheer curtains as it shines through her pane. A gust of wind blows the curtains towards her phone as it vibrates on the edge of the bed.Not that she notices, she's distracted by the current vibrations between her legs. It's not until the batteries die that she realizes that her bed is still vibrating. She grabs for the phone but by then the call is gone.
3 Missed Calls
It's him. She's been avoiding his calls and sex messages ever since that fateful night. She still hasn't wrapped her mind around how close they came to being caught and even more so, how excited he seemed about it.She knows it's wrong but still she tries to justify their actions. It's raw passion. They were meant to be together. The dick is sooo good! But she can't shake the feeling that she shouldn't be doing it, that she should know better.Then something stronger tells her that it's fate, that the universe understands her plight. That's why he rang just as she was fanstasizing about his tongue stroking her special place, desperately trying to recreate the moment they last touched.She stares at her phone and the vibration jolts her back to reality.
"One Voice Message"
She contemplates whether or not to check it. Curiousity gets the best of her, she presses call and puts the phone to her ear.Nothing. She sighs and decides to get back to her task when she remembers that her batteries had died. She rummages through every drawer in the house for a spare battery. Anything to just help her get a few more minutes. She gives up after checking under the bed and in the fridge.She needed relief, just a little satisfaction. Going another night with this tension building up inside her would be torture. Her cup was full, at the brink of overflow. There was only one thing left to do.Taking up the phone, she scrolls to the last received call and presses Send.
It connects after the first ring and before she has a chance to speak he says, "You haven't been answering my calls."
His voice has a frustrated tone and she knows exactly what is on his mind. It's the same thing that has been on her mind since the last time she saw him; the reason her batteries are all dead.
"Where are you now?" she asks.
"Around the road from you," his response is quick and hopeful.
"Good. I need a favour," the words fall out of her mouth without a second thought.
"I'll be there in 5 minutes" and he hangs up before she can explain what the favour is.By the time she gets dressed, he's outside. She grabs her purse, her phone and her keys and leaves, locking the door behind her.
She jumps into the car before he has a chance to park and come out."So what do you need me to do?" he asks with a knowing smile on his face. She silently prays that he doesn't lick his lips because she feels as if she's about to erupt."Uhm, I need to aaah, buy some batteries, right, batteries" she's flustered, but manages to avoid eye contact as she adjusts herself in the seat.
"Ohhhhkay then, batteries" he's taken aback by her request but figures it's a good enough excuse just to be with her. He puts his hand on her knee, she pulls away.
When they pull into the parking lot of the pharmacy he finally asks, "Why do you need batteries @ 9 in the night anyways?"
She hadn't expected him to ask her why, to ask her anything for that matter. She was just playing it by ear.Struggling to find words she mutters, "Well uhm you see I was uhm doing some...is it hot in here?"
She looks up and meets his quizzical stare and finding herself unable to lie, she blurts out "I need it for my dildo okay? are you happy?"
Unamused when he begins chuckling, she crosses her arms frustrated by his complete disdain for her current state of desperation. Men can be so cruel sometimes.
"Why would you need a dildo," he says with a wry smile "when you have all this at your disposal?" he asks as he places her right hand firmly on his crotch.
She slowly runs her fingers along its contours, unable to resist the fact that this is what she had been needing all along. Falling directly into fate's trap, she relaxes as he leans to gently kiss her neck, licking circles then blowing them away, nibbling at the tender spot beneath her lobe. As he continues she feels all the stress that has been building up for the past weeks melt away, the knot in her back has loosened, her head feels light.He always knew exactly what to do to get her wet. Still rubbing the bulge in his pants she leans her head to the left, allowing him to leave his mark on her neck. Making his way back up to her ears he whispers "I've missed you so much."
She turns her head to face his and kissing his lips, she whispers "I've missed you even more."
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Sitting quietly in the car she fidgets with her keys and phone debating whether this was such a good idea after all. How could she be so weak? How could she give herself over to him again? When he comes back to open her door she looks up to see the full moon reflecting through his eyes. Without words her questions have been answered.
As they climb the stairs to the bedroom he assures her that wifey and child would be gone for the weekend and they'd have the entire night and the entire house to themselves.
It was still risky but something about finally spending the night with him had erased her fears. There was something daring about entering their home; now a forbidden lair of their inequity. This was all she had been waiting for. In the bedroom he quickly undresses, gets into bed and under the sheets. Smiling, he pats the space beside him, beckoning her to join him.
Kicking her shoes off, she awkwardly positions herself above the sheet, as reality creeps into her psyche. This is their marital bed. And as much as he tried to convince her that he wasn't in love with his wife anymore, she couldn't help but notice the nightie hanging on the closet door and her tray of perfumes on the dresser. For some reason she thought they slept separately. Because he gave her the impression they weren’t being intimate. Yet the room reeked of her presence.
I shouldn’t be here, she thought. Her back tenses as she sits up in the bed, involuntarily staring at the closet door.As he reaches up to rub her breasts, she turns so that he can’t see the shame engulfing her face. His hands then fall on her shoulders and he readjusts himself to give her a massage. He feels the tenseness in her shoulder, half-knowing the reason.
"We had a fight,” his voice startles her. For a moment she had forgotten where she was.
"What?" she asks as she gathers her bearings, feeling more and more relaxed as he gently erases the knots in her neck.
"She got upset with me over some foolishness and she packed up some stuff and left. Said she needed time to think."
Again she asks "What?" still astonished by his openness. They’ve never spoken about his marriage problems before.
"You" he replies. She spins around suddenly almost elbowing him in the face.
"ME?" she shouts, almost too loudly, "How I drop into this?"
"Well not you exactly" he clarifies "but recently she's been noticing that I've been, well, distracted and somewhat preoccupied. And when she asked me if it was someone else… I didn't exactly say no."
"What did you say? exactly?"
"I don't know. But what I do know is that I want you. I can't stop thinking about you. Every day I wonder when I'm going to see you again or hear your voice. I can barely concentrate. It's like..."
Before he's able to finish his sentence, she pounces on him, kissing him passionately. She knows exactly how he feels because it's the same thing she's been feeling since the day they first met.
He runs his hand up the back of her shirt then pulls her bra as he sucks on her lower lip, alternately slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. She moans and lifts her arms above her head allowing him to lift her shirt off.
Carefully, they remove each other's clothing, taking care to caress every erogenous zone.
That night they make love for the first time.
And as he lays there, the full moon shining on his sleeping face, she contemplates the error of her ways. How deeply she is stuck in this inconvenient situation. Unable to sleep herself, she tries to will her heart into abandoning its affection for him, to no avail.
She finds no resolve; just the sound of the clock ticking their time together away.
