Ecstasy and despair

One night

He closed the door behind him without making a sound and tried to calm his breath for climbing the stairs two at a time. He was late from the evening performance of their theatre play.

"Bloody Robert" wanted tο gather them around after the play just to go through things now that they were in the middle of the season.

His boss was happy but Terry was late. His wife would be waiting for him and honestly he didn't give a penny for what his boss had said; everything to him was just incoherent mumbling next to the thought of Candy waiting for him. The minute the congratulatory speech was over, he hurriedly said goodnight to everyone and run to the empty street.

And there he was; touching the wall abstractly in the darkness, trying to feel his way. He didn't want to make a fuss and wake her up. Standing in their living room, he took his lighter out and flicked it. In those few seconds of light he checked the surroundings around him, and then it was dark again.

He took his jacket off with soft moves, and loosened his tie. He took his shirt off next, and then shoes and trousers last and placed them on the armchair next to him.

His fingers pushed back his hair that had fallen in his face while he tiptoed towards their bedroom. He stood at the bedroom's door for a moment. He could see her.

Lying on their bed, the soft candle light of the lanterns hanging from their bedrooms' wall flickered on her sleeping face; masses of wild curls of blond hair spreading on the thick pillow.

They had been married for almost six months now and he still had to remind to himself to breath when he looked at her.

She always did that; stealing the air from the room she was in.

Her soft lips were parted only just. He got near their bed. Her breath was calm like a soft breeze. He slid his boxers off before getting under the heavy quilt. Her sweet smell was intoxicating; he battled against his desire to bury his face to her warm neck and just breathe her; feel her skin next to his lips. He came close to her and felt her move.

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Ecstacy

narrated by Candy

"Mmm...you're late Terry..." I said with a soft voice, having just opened my eyes.

My husband shimmied next to me and I felt his naked skin on mine as his hands closed around my waist and he pulled me even closer.

"I'm so sorry my Freckles, Robert had to keep us after the performance to tell us how great we are! For fuck's sake!" He sounded frustrated.

"Heeeyy...that's not nice Terry. Don't want to hear that language from you! That's great news!"

I said still with my back next to his chest while a wide smile dawned on my face. Truth is I never got enough of that contact between our bodies. A sweet tingle run down my spine.

"I'm sorry Candy...you're right...so you think...we are great too...?" He asked me acting hesitant, as if unsure. I sensed a coy smile inside his words.

"Of course I do! You know I do!" I said and opened my eyes wider this time.

I felt his fingertips caressing my belly, drawing circles with his thump around my belly button.

Sweet slow burning glimmers of fire.

I moved closer to him. My buttocks fitted perfectly on his curved body.

"There are some freckles here that need kissing..." I heard him whisper.

I felt his warm breath, the touch of his lips on my skin each time he kissed my back starting from my neck, moving slowly to my shoulder. Each kiss fanned the desire inside me. I rubbed my thighs against his.