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MATRIMONIAL PASSION.

I don't know about you, but Friday is my favorite day of the week. It's the beginning of a weekend of hedonistic pleasures. It is when I seem to come alive, capping off a long week in an exciting way. My hubby and I have our date nights on Fridays, a timeless ritual we haven't broken since we tied the knot. The fact that I'm a pilot and always on the move doesn't stop us from being together every weekend. In fact, it heightens our passion as we can barely wait to have a piece of each other.

Today is extra special because we are in Capetown, our favorite city. Capetown is a city that boasts a breathtaking panorama. Its beautiful scenery, combined with the cultural diversity South Africa is well known for, drew me in since I first stepped here. This city has so much to offer, and I can't wait to see what my husband has planned for the day.

I am not working this weekend, but my husband is. He lands in Capetown this evening, so I have a whole day to prepare for a memorable evening. After a quick shower and breakfast, I am out of the hotel room and on an adventurous day.

Hours later, I am exhausted from a shopping spree and sightseeing and walking a good length through the cobbled streets of Capetown. The heat was overpowering and took a toll on me, but I had a fantastic day overall.

Back in my hotel room, I take another quick shower and did my hair. My phone pings with a message as I tie a ribbon to form a ponytail. "Darl...how would you like me to give you the best weekend you ever wished for?" I'm dumbfounded by the directness of it. It is from the guy who calls himself Dragon.

Dragon is a local mechanic who repaired my car three days earlier. It had broken down on my way to see The Table Mountain. I had hailed his services, and afterward, he had politely asked for my contacts. I reluctantly parted with my number, knowing it was a harmless idea and that I would be a thousand miles from the city even if the guy decided to try anything. Now, the guy dares to send such a message! I want to tell him I'm a married woman, loyal to my loving hubby, but I ignore it and continue working on my grooming.

I choose a floral knee-length dress from a set of two and put it on. A moment later, I am admiring myself in front of the mirror. The image that stares back at me is a piece of art, a beautiful painting with flawless skin and a sexy disposition. Satisfied, I sit on an easy, comfortable chair and wait for my adoring husband.

Brandon's POV

I have always wanted a wife who would match my sexual energy, and Claudia is a gift from the gods, fitting my exact desire. Not only is she beautiful, but she is kind, loyal, sexy, and awesome. She has shown me that you can have it all in one package.

As I am walking towards the hotel room, I can't help but feel a frisson warmth building up within me, as it always does when I'm about to see her after being apart for some time. It has been a week since I last saw her, but it feels like a century. I miss her like crazy, and today, I feel it will be one of our most incredible nights. Contrary to popular belief, marriage does not equate to a boring sex life. In fact, with Claudia, our sex lives are more active than before, and today, I have a surprise for her.

HOURS LATER

We had a great dinner in the restaurant, talked about almost everything that happened when we were apart, and guffawed at our jokes. It was a replica of our time when we were dating. We are now on the elevator, headed for our room on the fifth floor. I can't stop imagining the exquisite pleasure that awaits us.

"What are you wearing underneath?" I ask teasingly.

She stares at me lovingly."Calvin Klein."

"Sorry...who?"

She laughs at my question, and I think she's teasing me.

"Why the impatience...you will find out. Won't you?"

A wide grin fills my face. That's why I love this woman; she loves teasing me, which drives me to the verge of madness. I lean towards her until our lips are inches apart. Her lips are shiny and smooth and glow in the dim elevator light. I love how her lower lip divorces from its compatriot, and I move in with mine. They lock, and we begin to kiss, slowly at first. My hands are firmly locked around her waist. She moves hers and wraps them around my neck. We increase the tempo, and our breaths become uneven competition for air. My right finds its way down her dress and slowly raises it. I move it inside her smooth thighs, up towards her honeypot. My index finger and thumb zero in gradually, touring the outer walls of the promised land like beggars in pursuit of meals. Once they reach there, I discover she is wearing nothing underneath!

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