It's 8:15 in the evening. A gentle knock at the side door makes her heart miss a beat. She knows it's him, and she knows what's about to happen...
She opens the door and invites him in. They greet each other with a long and tender caress, and she wonders why her husband never holds her like this. She moves closer and they kiss β slowly at first, then more intensely. She smiles as she looks into his eyes and sees the desire he has for her. She can feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and as they continue to kiss she feels herself becoming equally aroused.
He takes her hand, and silently leads her from the kitchen, through the hallway and up the stairs. She follows, enjoying having the lead, the control, taken from her. He closes the bedroom door behind them, and they are alone. The room is lit by a dozen flickering candles, creating a soft glow on his face as he reaches for her again and holds her close. They kiss as their hands begin to explore, sending tingles through her as he finds the places he knows will excite her. They slowly undress each other until only her underwear remains. Bought especially for the occasion, it makes her feel sexy and confident, and she knows he will appreciate the thought. They move to the bed, and he continues to explore her body. He kisses her again, slowly running his hand through her hair, moving it aside so he can kiss along her neck. He moves across her, changing sides, kissing back up her neck to her ear.