DIFFERING EMOTIONS

Amanda, who is 13, and John who is 15, for their last day before the summer holidays. We then drove into town silently, the atmosphere in the car heavy and unwelcoming. We were in town to deal with the last parts of my father-in-law’s estate. Pay the solicitors, close his bank accounts and check that my mother-in-law’s power of attorney was now active for her bank accounts. She had lived for the last eighteen months in a care home as she has Dementia, and try as my father-in-law did, he could no longer look after her, as her waking hours had become quite erratic and nocturnal. When we had finished at the building society, the last act associated with her father, my wife was understandably emotional and tearful. This being so, we decided to go straight home as the finality of his demise finally got to her. Sally had held herself together apart from the funeral service and a few tears in private in the bathroom or in our bedroom. I put my arm tightly around Sally’s body and arms so that she felt as safe and loved as I could make her feel in one act in public. When we got to the car, I opened the passenger door for her to get in, something I never did, but on this occasion, I wanted to do it, and she gave me the first smile of the morning, as an act of appreciation. When we got in the car, we both looked at each other meaningfully before Sally’s emotions spilled out. She fell into my arms and cried like the young girl that she had always been to her father. After several minutes where the salty stream of tears ran unabated, she breathed in harshly and wiped her eyes and nose before resting her head unnaturally against the headrest. She motioned me to drive home, her not once taking her hand from mine where it was tightly clasped as if it were currently her only lifeline.
When we arrived home, I again went around and opened her door before she once again took my hand for support. I made coffee whilst she made herself presentable, which she always was to me. She came out the downstairs bathroom swatting a fly that had entered with us, another annoyance on a day when none were wanted. We drank coffee without speaking, her laying against me cuddled up tight, her afraid to talk for fear of letting her emotions spill out again.
When we finished drinking our coffees, Sally put her hand up to my face and caressed it, and said, “You look tired Matt, I’m sorry”. I smiled and replied, “You have nothing to be sorry for, I love you and anything that happens, I will be there as I have always been”. She smiled up at me and rubbed my face before I nuzzled into her hand. I left the mugs on the coffee table in the lounge as did my wife, something neither of us would ever do normally, but this was a far from normal day, and one we hoped would never be repeated, or not for a long time anyway. As neither Sally nor I had slept, I decided it would be a good idea to have a lie down. For how long I didn’t care, we needed to sleep, and it would kill some time in this day that had already been interminably long. The weather had been hot even for July, so I pulled back the duvet on the bed and began taking my shirt and trousers, off. Sally followed my lead and took off her blouse, skirt and then her bra and knickers. I could never fail to be mesmerised by the look of my wife’s body and her shapely legs, and she smiled and temporarily closed her eyes, knowing how much I adored and appreciated her and the care she took of herself. When we were both naked, I put out my hand for her to come to me which she did grinning as much as she could, before once again breaking down in tears. I put my arms tightly around her and after my body had reassured her by its warmth and the sensual bond that we were sharing at this most difficult of times. We began kissing and fondling each other, as if we were exploring each other’s bodies for the first time, like we had when we had first been school sweethearts. We continued, stood in the afternoon sun that came through the large bedroom window. We didn’t care if any of the neighbours could see this almost wanton and needy act that caused our hands and mouths to roam all over each other’s bodies at an ever-increasing speed, our bodies starting to sweat, our temperatures rising even higher than the summer weather. We both became quite breathless as our passionate foreplay began to peak. Eventually I stepped back dragging my willing wife onto the bed and laying her on the white linen sheet, holding her hands that were still gripping mine, either side of my pillow.  There we made even for us passionate love, the like of which we had not in recent years been able to enjoy. Once we had both peaked, and our bodies had once again calmed, my overheated and hypersensitive body lay on top of Sally. When our breathing and energy had returned to almost normal, Sally slid out from underneath me and turned me over so that she was now in control, and she began causing my breathing to become erratic and my bodies nerves to become sensitive and almost raw. When she had caressed and fondled my body until she knew it could take no more, we once again made almost primal love, passionate and overwhelming. When we had again peaked it was now her turn to collapse onto my body. We lay there for a while in a warm, damp environment with the happy aroma of two people in love.
Eventually I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it would soon be time to pick up the kids, their last day being shorter than normal. I said to Sally “Come on we need to get cleaned up,” and we used the shower like a tag team. When I had finished, Sally who now looked her normal happy and vibrant self, with only a few signs of her having been crying. Looked in her wardrobe for something to wear. To my surprise she pulled out a yellow dress with flowers on it, that I had persuaded her to buy, but that she had never worn because whilst it was lined to give some support and concealment, it had a deep vee at the front and an even deeper vee at the back, which meant that wearing a bra with it would look ridiculous It was also only mid-thigh length and she wrongly thought “I would look like mutton dressed as lamb!”  She smiled at me before bringing it out of the wardrobe and putting it on the bed. I put on my jeans and short sleeve shirt and watched as she put on a new pair of embroidered yellow panties and then stepped into the sleeveless dress as if dressing erotically for me. When she had finished dressing and applying lipstick and mascara, she put on some cream high-heeled shoes that she had not worn recently. We kissed and hugged, her soon resting her auburn hair on my chest, whilst my hands ran across the now accessible bare skin on her back lovingly. She had closed her eyes and was taking in the feeling of my touch and the love we had always had for each other and had once again passionately re-ignited. We left the house holding hands like the school lovers we had been when we had been our son and daughter’s ages. Sally said, “I am still not sure about this dress, and you say one word about it and…” I intervened and replied, “Gorgeous!” She smiled and broke her grip of my hand to do a twirl causing her skirt to rise-up and splay out revealing her ornate yellow panties, before screaming like a teenager and covering her face with her hands, still looking at me through gaps between her fingers. Her final remark as she once again took my hand and smiled affectionately was, “What a day!”.

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