Affair to Remember

One

Demi | Mature

Wilmer's hands pressed harder down on my hips as his thrusts became that little bit harsher. I could feel that he was nearing his high and I prayed that he reached it soon. I continued to run my fingers over his head as I lay beneath him, completely fed-up. He dropped his head into my neck as he grunted, moaning my name as he nibbled on my neck. The light nibbles did nothing to turn me on. I almost breathed a sigh of relief as he peaked, panting as he rolled off me. I blankly stared up at the ceiling, listening only to his heavy breaths.

"Woah" he exclaimed, the bed sinking as he sat up. "Fuck. You okay, Baby?" I nodded as I forced a smile onto my face. He rolled to face me, his hand moving to caress my stomach.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"We could have just made our baby" I nodded as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. I blinked, pulling my eyes off the ceiling as I finally turned to meet his gaze.

"I'm just gonna use the toilet. I'll be back in 5" he nodded, leaning to peck my lips before he rolled onto his back. I slid out of bed, grabbing my shirt off the floor and pulling it over my head as I trudged into the en-suite. I winced at the brightness as I switched on the light, quietly closing and locking the door behind me. I took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and released a breath as I combed my fingers through my hair. Everything used to be perfect. I have everything I thought I ever wanted. The almost perfect husband. The mortgage on what I thought was my dream home. My dream job. And I'm only 28. I pushed myself to stand and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I lifted up my shirt and stared at my flat stomach. Would a baby fix us? Would a baby bring back the romance? I shook my head as I dropped my shirt and then headed to the toilet to do my business. Wilmer, I thought was the love of my life, so why do I suddenly find our sex so boring and mundane. It's turned into a routine almost. It's like a chore that we have to do. I flushed the toilet and moved to wash my hands. I walked back into the bedroom and sighed at Wilmer who was snoring his head off. I grabbed the current book I was reading off my nightstand and then headed from the room and downstairs. I stepped out onto the back porch, switching on the light that hung on the wall. I grabbed a blanket on my way out so I wrapped it around me as I curled up in the corner, focusing solely on reading. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway so what's the point in trying.

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