ONE -- DANCING WITH TEMPTATION
Shannon Kennedy stood in front of the bedroom mirror, her slim naked body exposed and her shoulder length blonde hair damp from the recent shower. The house was eerily quiet now that Patrick had left for work and she was all alone. More than alone, she felt disappointed and empty. This didn't exactly make sense, considering the events that had just transpired. Patrick had just shown her that he loved her so if anything she should have been feeling fulfilled. Standing in the bedroom, Shannon let her mind wander back to the memory from an hour before.
Patrick had joined her in the shower before heading off to his shift at the hospital and like many pleasant things, she hadn't been expecting it to happen. She had almost finished rinsing her body when she had heard the shower door open behind her. She had turned to find her naked husband step into the shower and close the door behind him.
It had been at least a month since Patrick had made love to her, so seeing his beautiful body in front of her sent a rush of excitement through her own body. However, she made a disturbing observation that seeing his nakedness was not nearly as erotic as it had once been at the beginning of their relationship. This mere observation caused a dull, unpleasant sensation of fear to take form in her gut which she swiftly ignored, whilst focussing her attention back to her husband.
As Patrick approached Shannon, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately, his tongue softly massaging hers. He cradled her head in his hands while running his fingers through her hair as the kissing grew more and more passionate and they both became more and more aroused.
Shannon eventually broke apart from him and buried her face in his neck.
"I missed you baby, I missed this so much." She said, remorsefully.
"I missed you too, look down and you will see how much I missed you."
Shannon looked down, and sure enough she saw that Patrick was erect and waiting for her.
Shannon reached for him, wrapping her hand around his shaft. Patrick began to softly moan as she gently stroked him.
"Oh Shan, that's it baby. Keep jerking it. Fuck baby, your hands are magic!"
Her husband's moaning turned Shannon on so much that she could feel wetness between her legs. His moans got her so wet that she was overcome with the desire to have him inside her.
"Take me Patrick!" She cried.
"Come here and show me how much you've missed your wife."
At her command, Patrick pushed Shannon back against the shower wall, the tiles cool on her back.
He grabbed her right leg and hiked it up so that she could wrap it around his waist while her left leg supported her body.
He looked deeply into her eyes,
"You ready for me, baby?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes, I am always ready. Make love to me baby."
He swiftly pushed himself into her, so that all eight inches were inside her and his balls were pressed against her opening. She moaned in pure ecstasy and he held her like that for a few moments, revelling in the warm, snug feeling of being deeply connected to her.
He kissed her again and started to slowly push himself in and out, gradually getting faster and faster while her pussy got wetter and wetter.
Shannon continued to moan, gripping tight onto her husband as he pumped her harder. Their intensity grew and in passionate desperation to get every inch of his thickness into her, he hiked up her left leg so she could wrap both around him, allowing him to get even deeper inside her perfect velvet love hole.
He was going at it so hard, that his balls were banging loudly against her flesh. They could both hear his balls whacking against her and it was that sound that brought them both over the edge.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna fucking cum. Where do you want it?" he moaned.
"Inside me! Fill me up darling... oh god, empty yourself into me." Shannon replied in between moans.
"Patrick, I'm close! I'm so close... cum with me!"
With one final thrust, he erupted into her, grunting passionately and collapsing against her. As thick streams of semen filled her pussy, he could feel Shannon tightening around his cock and she let out an earthshattering scream as she convulsed over and over again in her own climax. She dug her nails into his back and continued to tremble until the orgasm slowly died down. Then he pulled himself out of her and kissed her quickly on the mouth.
"I better get ready for work," he said.
"Patrick-"
Shannon began to say something, but she wasn't quite sure what. Did she want him to stay? Did she want him to continue making love to her? Why was she feeling disappointed all of a sudden?
Before she could work out what to say, he was dressed and out the door. She had just made perfect love with her perfect husband, but now she was alone.
She climbed out of the shower and padded into the carpeted master bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. It reflected a beautiful slim woman in her late twenties, a woman who felt hollow and confused.
She met Patrick eight years ago when she had fallen through a glass coffee table that she had been stupidly dancing on at a party. She had gotten away with superficial glass cuts but had needed surgery for a broken ankle and Patrick had been her surgeon.
"So no more drunk dancing on glass tables, OK?" He had said jokingly when Shannon's ankle had healed and she had got the all clear to go home.
"No strenuous exercise for at least six weeks, no driving for four weeks. Oh, and if in case you would like some company... here's my number"
He had passed her a small scrap of paper in which he had scrawled his name and number. Two weeks later they had started dating and three years after that they were married.
They had been so in love, for the first four years. Those initial years had been full of hope, happiness, romantic dates and wild, passionate sex. Shannon had never been happier during that time of her life, but the last two years, had been hard.
They had been trying hard to fall pregnant to no avail, and the lack of a child in their lives left Shannon feeling despondent. She would go to the primary school where she worked as a teacher, and interact with so many gorgeous children, desperately wishing she could have one of her own. It was terribly cruel.
The pregnancy issues started to cause friction between her and Patrick. They couldn't help but blame each other, and the disappointment began to kill their sex drive. The wild, hot sex that used to occur daily dwindled down to three days a week, to weekly and eventually became a once every fortnight event if that.
Sex was such a rarity nowadays that the shower incident really had taken her by surprise. It wasn't just the fact that he had wanted her, it was the ferocity in which he had ravaged her. That sort of energy just wasn't present in their sex life anymore. It was as though he had been trying to send her a message of some kind. As if he was trying to tell her he missed her, that she was still his.
She had received that message loud and clear, and it had been amazingly intense. Her orgasm had flooded her entire body and she had felt so in tune and connected to him that they may as well have been the same person for the period of time that he had been inside of her.
However, standing naked in their bedroom, next to their marriage bed, she now felt hollow and empty as if something crucial was missing.
