The Lustful Husband

Chapter Seven

Chapter 7 - Pillow Talk

Having spent hours on their amorous dinner date talking, teasing and making plans it was considerably late when they made their way back home; fatigue clouded over the couple. Amelia had fallen asleep on the car journey back and Jackson had carried her over the threshold into their home, though the sudden movements roused her awake.

Leaving her Husband to check the locks and secure the house downstairs, Amelia made her way to their bedroom where she divulged in stripping off her clothes in exchange for the warmth and comfort of steaming water in the shower of their en-suite bathroom. The water cascaded down her lithe body, the heat steaming up the opulent bathroom almost immediately.

Strong arms, familiar arms, engulfed Amelia's from behind and a kiss was placed on her slender shoulder as husband and wife shared the warmth of both their bodies and the heated water together. Jacksons venture into his wife's shower was not a sensual one, it was one of incessant need, an uncontrollable urge to share the confined space with his other half. Showers like these were frequent in their marriage and Amelia expected nothing less from her doting Husband who never failed to convey his affection towards her, she constantly felt needed, wanted... loved.

Seconds away from succumbing to the lulls of slumber, the couple were mildly engaged in conversation... the sort with many prolonged pauses and random afterthought type topics. The baritones of Jacksons voice soothed Amelia to sleep; she always fell asleep first.
"Amelia," Jackson whispered,
"Amelia," Jackson repeated an octave louder than before, stroking up and down her arms as she lay against his broad chest.
"Sorry... yes?" Amelia replied, managing to summon a conscious state of mind for Jackson's tone had taken on a serious note. He rarely called her by her full English name, rather his sentences were frequently full of endearments, baby, love, darling, wife ... Lia. She perched off his chest momentarily to peer into his eyes.

"You remember Zach, the guy I went to school with..." He began pulling her back down upon his chest, playing with the hair the cascaded down her satin babydoll.

"Yes... the one who lost his wife, the funeral we attended?" she sighed, the sound if his steady heartbeat successfully lulling her back to sleep.

"Mmmm, he's coming into town, to visit his late wife's family, he was going to stay at a hotel, I offered that he stay with us... that okay?" he asked, realising now that he probably should have consulted his wife first.

"Of course," she replied, smiling subtly into his chest.

A long pause caused a deafening silence to fall upon the room. It was a time of reflection for the two, Amelia remembered the funeral they had attended in the first year of their marriage only months after their honeymoon in fact , it had been horrid, the only time she had seen her husband cry. Zachary Greene was a cherished friend of Jacksons, a face that frequently appeared in the memories of his childhood.

"I can't imagine..." Jackson said, taking a brief pause, an echoing ache lodged deep in his heart at the thought of losing Amelia, losing his wife. "I can't imagine losing you ..." he said, instinctively holding her closer at the mere thought.

" You won't Jack..." she whispered, soothing the ache in his chest with her sultry voice.
He took a long deep breath and settled them in a comfortable sleeping position. The silence had reappeared, seeping into every corner, every crevice of their matrimonial room.

"You're my world Amelia..." Jackson whispered before they both fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

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2 days later

It was Amelia's day off and she had spent the day lounging around the house, catching up on sleep and just relaxing; she loved her days off. Jackson would be home soon so she had prepped the ingredients for dinner for them and his guest who would be arriving in about an hour or so. Amelia thought it would be best to go and freshen up in time for the guest so she looked presentable. As she was making her way upstairs as she heard the door being unlocked and second later her delicious husband came walking through.

"Honey, I'm home," Jackson exclaimed grinning widely, Amelia rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. Every time..

"Someone had a good day!" she said after he walked towards her and leaned in to kiss her senseless. Amelia was left startled and flushed, she had not been expecting that!

"No it was terrible actually, I am so happy to be out of that hell hole... I must say, I'm in dire need of some stress relief, I wonder how my loving wife could assist me with that?" Jackson winked, caressing his wife's hips languidly.

"Why don't you ponder upon that down here, while I go change into something nicer for our guest, whom you seem to haven forgotten is coming, genius..." she replied, climbing up the stairs, allowing some distance between them.

"Better still, I'll help you take these clothes off love," he said, stalking her up the stairs till they reached the bedroom door.

"But.. your guest will be here soon..." Amelia reasoned weakly; which Jackson promptly ignored.

Jackson pulled his wife into the room, making good on his promise to take her clothes off. His kisses were intoxicating and clouded Amelia's thoughts, she wanted this as much as he did, perhaps even more. His roaming hands found her moist centre and stroked, causing a raw heat to course through Amelia's being. He began to discard of his own attire, it had truly been a taxing day at the office, he needed this, his briefs came off and his erection sprang free.

"On your knees baby, hands behind your back," he cooed, guiding himself to her mouth before she took his length with her plump lips causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure. He loved when she did this for him, it felt so damn good.

Jackson thoroughly enjoyed taking the privileges of a husband from his wife.

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Jackson had just about finished throwing on his jumper when the doorbell rang. It was a knitted burgundy jumper Amelia had gifted him last christmas, he wore it frequently. He left Amelia to finish shimmying on her skirt, smirking at her urgent expression; she certainly looked guilty of doing the deed.

"You alright mate," Jackson greeted the man that stood at his front door. Zachary Greene was a dashing man, with blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes, he stood tall almost identical to Jackson, two poignant dimples accentuated his handsome features. Their was no mistaking, this man was gorgeous.

"Never been better Jackie," Zach grinned as the two friends embraced one another, Jackson helped Peter with his luggage and welcomed him in properly. Amelia stood by the banister watching the two interact, it was quite a sight to see, she especially loved the nickname ... "Jackie", that would be one to tease Jackson about.

"Hello Amelia, it's been a while eh?" Zach grinned, he had spied Amelia watching them and proceeded to greet her.

"Hello Zach, it's lovely to see you," Amelia smiled pleasantly, she was glad to see a smile upon his face for it had certainly been a different matter when she had seen him last.

They had sat down for the meal she had prepared and spent time catching up on the past year, Zach and Jackson seemed to be the best of friends and they kept her engaged in severely comical conversation for hours on end.

"I'd love to sleep for about three days now, if that's alright" Zach said, as they all helped to clear the table.

"Ill show you to your room mate," Jackson replied, leading him up the stairs towards the guest room they'd prepared for his arrival.

Amelia was almost done cleaning up the kitchen fifteen minutes later, she had placed all the dishes used in the dishwasher and had proceeded to wipe down the surfaces. She loved being the domestic-type wife, though all her friends teased her about it, it was the way she'd been brought up, the way her mother had been for her Father. Many argued that she spoiled Jackson, but Jackson always swore he knew how lucky he was; the thought brought a smile to her face.

So deep in her thoughts she had failed to hear the footsteps that entered her kitchen, approaching her from behind. She almost jumped when she felt heat radiating from behind her, before she could turn around she heard a voice that kept her frozen where she stood...

"Well, you certainly are gorgeous," the voice said gruffly...

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