Another Chance (BWWM)

Part 12

Sherry POV

Sherry rustled against the covers of the bed as she slowly stretched over the sheets. She felt fully rested, and a comforting soreness in her body. Sherry chuckled softly looking across the white covers and outside her apartment window. The view was beautiful. Beige, and maroon colors lined their window, the perfect offset to their fall morning. The sun shone brightly into their bedroom.

Sherry looked around the rumpled bed finding nothing close to her husband's toned body.
Clutching the ivory sheets to her decadent chest Sherry dragged the covers to the side of the bed tiptoeing into the living room peering over the walls like a burglar. She saw her lavender gown folded gently on the burgundy couch, the clothes gone from the ground.
Sherry huffed walking back into the master bedroom removing the blanket from her body. She walked into the bathroom starting her shower watching as the bathroom fogged as steam slowly enveloped her. Damn you Garett!
She covered her eyes with her ample hands cowering towards her marble flooring. What did I do? What if having sex with him was bad and just separated us more? God! I should of had more restraint! I should have known better!
Before she could finish her internal bashing she heard the phone ring in the living room. She grabbed her robe, tiptoeing  across the dark finished hardwood floors. Sherry fixed her hair pushing lonesome strands off her face.

"Garrett?"

"Actually no. It's Clara. How has my favorite couple been doing?"

  Sherry cringed at the words. They've definitely been doing something. But unfortunately it went against their therapist's words.

"Good...we...a had-sex-and-now-he-left me-and-now-I'm-feeling-hurt-because I-don't-think-that-he-cares."

The was a pregnant pause on the other side of the phone.

Birds chirped from outside but no sound emitted  from the young therapist.

"Doctor Clara?"

"Yes I'm here, I just needed to take a seat for a minute."

"Is this a bad thing?"

"No. No. No. I noticed that you didn't say anything about the performance, so it must have been up to par. Also, as long as you both were coherent it can be a beautiful thing. Not all couples are perfect."

Sherry heaved a sigh of relief, finding catharsis in the therapists words. Though relived, a certain observation kept bugging her.

"Doctor Clara he was drinking rum before we...you know."

Yet again another pause captured their conversation, but this time paired with quiet curses.

"Sherry one question. Was he drunk?"

"No. He was a bit tipsy...I think."

"Okay that'll work. Maybe he won't remember the moment at first, but in due time he'll get the memories back. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure doctor."

"Why was it different this time?"

Sherry stopped pacing, stopping in the middle of her living room. Why was it different. When they had sex for the past months it was unbearable. Why was it okay now?
Just as she drew a blank, Sherry remembered the latter night. The way he touched her was bordering on gentle but still passionate. It was slow, meticulous. She felt that in every fiber of her being, he wanted her.

"I just felt like he wanted me. The way he touched me I felt like he was...ravishing me."

Sherry's cool hand caressed her burning cheeks.

"That's good Sherry. At least you know why it was different. I love to be optimistic but I have to tell you this. Garett may be uncomfortable with what happened the latter night, even self conscious about his performance. Why don't you try talking to him, and then we can schedule another meeting."

"Ok. Thank you Clara. Wait. Doctor. Do you think we did the right thing?"

"Sherry every couple is different, what works, what doesn't. You just have to hope the bond is strong enough."
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Garett POV

His cock strained against the fabric of his suit pants his whole body on fire. The images wouldn't leave his head. Images of his wife's succulent skin, her loud moans wrapping around his head when he pounded into her tight walls. The images would come and go each being replaced with a more vibrant erotic vision. When his cock grazed the length of his desk he groaned in pleasure. He would have to leave. He was not in a state for professionalism.

Sherry's POV

She moved her derrière to music moving her arms around her. The beat had her pulling out her best moves shaking her shoulders, chuckling at her antics.

"It's champagne in my cup now-"

Sherry rapped to her mashed potatoes the delicious food sitting on the stove. She stirred the food still moving her curvaceous body. Garett's shirt rode up her thighs as she ran her hands down her body, moving side to side. When her song came on she squealed.

"I'm just a bachelor lookin for a partner-"

She brought out her most enticing moves raising her arms around her head singing along. She was so engrossed in the song she didn't hear the door unlock then close.

"Got to be compatible, takes me to my limits."

Sherry's body slightly bounced, her dance moves slowly getting risqué as the song proceeded. She laughed heartily as the song ended a sweat droplet gently rolling down her back.
When she turned around she found her husband blushing deeply his eyes coated in lust. A scream crawled up her throat, but left when he spoke.

"Please...whatever you do...don't stop."

Garett's voice was coated in lust the deep baritone reminding her of the latter night. Instantly at the sight of him she clutched her thighs together. Her heart pounded gently as she clutched the loose shirt.
How could he look that handsome? The all black suit molded to his pale skin making her panties damp.
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