The Art of Love

"What's for Dinner?"

Can prepared a dinner of Asparagus, Salmon and angel hair pasta. He put his heart into it although he was still angry and confused about what had happened that had turned one of his happiest days into one of his worst. He heard her before he saw her, smelled her scent before he turned around but not even her scent could have entranced him the way the petite and curvy brunette did the moment he looked up from the table as he set the wine down. He nearly knocked over the wine glass as he looked at her from her slip on heels to her little black dress whose bodice enhanced and showed off her cleavage giving him an eyeful. Her breasts were beautiful. He recalled them clearly. Right now whatever she wore beneath that dress was designed to accentuate her assets perfectly. He instantly felt his mouth dry up and his dick stand at attention. What the hell was going on here? Was she going out, was this some sick way of expressing her desire for Osman? The conversation he was having in his head was in full swing as he barely caught her words at the last moment ".... I said it smells so good in here. What's for dinner?" Can stared at her boldly knowing full well she couldn't see the reaction he was having at her nearness. He regretted vehemently not allowing her to seduce him the other night. What the fuck was he thinking?This gorgeous woman before him, his wife by every law and right, was his to have and hold and yet he couldn't touch her without revealing himself. He needed to relax and control his desire. He nearly spoke, and mentally kicked himself, he quickly got his phone and typed out his reply. She smiled and clapped her hands. The remainder of the evening was a blur for him. He scarcely ate a thing on his plate, but he ate her up. Inch by glorious inch. Every move she made, every stretch of her arms, the bend of her neck, the way her lips wrapped around the fork as she ate her pasta almost undid him. He needed the night to end so he could take a cold shower. He had been so engrossed in her movements and the sound of her voice as her scent wrapped around him that he hadn't noticed how much wine she had consumed. "Allah, allah....Can Divit, Sanem Divit is a handful completely sober, what will you do with her drunk?" Can grimaced and coughed at the tone of his inner voice and stood up and grabbed the bottle off the table before she reached for it again. It was empty. "Leo, where's the wine?" He ignored her while he made a racket in the kitchen, using that as the reason he couldn't hear her. "C'mon then, let's take a walk on the beach. I want to feel the breeze before it gets too cold". She stood up, slightly wobbly but caught herself just in time. He frowned realizing tonight was going to be a long night and that she was going to kill him in the process.

Sanem smiled inwardly as her voice seemed to scream at her. "Your treading on dangerous ground Sanemsie. This man already overwhelms all your senses. He did with your eyes wide open and he did it again when you didn't even know it was him, but your heart did. You're nearly drunk and you're angry with him. This is not a good combination". "I'm not just angry, I'm hurt and humiliated. It's time he gets some of his own medicine" she responded between gritted teeth as she slowly made her way to the patio doors. She knew he was still in the kitchen because of the noise coming from there. She slid the doors open and felt the breeze coming off the water as it wrapped around her like a soft blanket. Yes, she would make him regret his actions before she gave him what he wanted most. A divorce.

Can dropped the kitchen towel and reached the patio just as she stepped out. Her dress flowed around her thighs with the breeze and molded to her body in such a way that he wondered if she wore panties or not. She lifted her arms up and to her sides allowing them to flit up and down. She looked just like a fairy ready to flutter away. He reached her side the instant she was about to step forward and grabbed her arm. "Sanem.... Maybe we should rethink the walk on the beach. It feels like it will get chilly soon and" his avatar spoke out into the night...she turned toward his voice and leaned into him reaching her hands up until she touched his face and then his lips. She traced them and then lowered her hands until she held one of his in her own two. She signed into his hands a single word. "No", then she spoke softly, mesmerizing him with her look, and smell and closeness. "Leo, leave your device behind and hold my hand and sign to me like before. Let's just walk for a while. What are you afraid of?. I promise I won't run away or misbehave and you don't have to worry about me trying to seduce you. That was a mistake and I know that now. I realized that I never stopped loving Osman and you helped me do just that. Please, just be my friend and hold my hand and let's walk and let this night wash over us. Please?"