Both Brad and Christen were thinking the same thing, unaware that the other was following the same line of thought.
"Could this really be happening?"
For Brad it was the epitome of awesome, and yet a cause to worry about the future. He finally got to fulfill one of his fantasies that he had chalked up to unattainable a long time ago. He was picturing his wife in the throes of ecstasy while he sat back and watched and later joined in.
But would Christen feel like he was rushing this? Would she forever hate him for making her do something she just wanted him to think she wanted to do?
Christen also was suffering from mixed feelings. On the one hand she was excited about actually committing the act, and yet very nervous because she didn't know what the repercussions would be.
Would Brad still love her? Would she still love Brad? Would she still look at herself the same in the morning? Would the guy even want to do it?
Both of them were going through these questions, and more, in their heads at light speeds.
And then Brad took Christen in his arms, and told her, "Christen you are the love of my life, nothing in this world means as much to me as you. I understand that this is exciting for me and I really want it to happen, BUT I do not want to jeopardize our relationship in any way. If you feel that you don't want to do this, whether it's because it's too soon or because you just flat out don't want to do it then please say so. I would never resent any decision you made concerning this, I know how different a request it is."
The love and reassurance she saw in his eyes melted her in places she didn't know existed. All her doubts concerning whether he wanted to do it or not were out the window, she even knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would still love her afterward...if not even more so! That leaves only one question...would the guy do it?
Christen looks at Brad and says, "Baby, I'm glad you think you know how much I love you, but baby you can't even comprehend how deep my love is for you. I admit it's not just you that wants this, but me as well. I have to say though, I'm nervous. I know you love me and are attracted to me, but what makes you so sure this guy is interested in me, let alone wants fuck me?"
Christen looks down abashedly, feeling vulnerable voicing her insecurities.
Brad is struck with an unfathomable sadness as he always is when we he sees his wife acting like this. If only she could see herself the way I see her he laments to himself, then decides to voice this same thought.
"Dearest, if you could only see yourself the way I, and every other man I've come across sees you, there is nothing you couldn't do. I wouldn't even be talking like this Christen if I hadn't felt the sparks that were issuing from both you and him. And don't think I didn't notice the peeks he was taking at your body. You are gorgeous, and you are the only person in this world who doesn't see it."
Christen loved it when Brad talked to her like this! To think that someone could admire her so...and she took heart from it and was amazed at how much more confident she felt.
They kissed then, no light peck on the lips, and yet not animalistic devouring of the other's lips. Just a passionate, loving, deep kiss that soothed their fears and insecurities and bound them in tighter cords of love.
Looking in the eyes of the woman he loved Brad realized they were both naked and started to get aroused again.
"Man baby, we need to get dressed or we're gonna be late because I will have to have sex with you again if I keep looking at your heavenly body."
Christen chuckles and slaps Brad's shoulder playfully, skipping past him into the bathroom and closing the door.
After both showered again, and Christen grooms herself, Brad meets her coming out of the bathroom.
He is literally almost floored by what he sees. She is more beautiful at this moment then he ever remembers seeing her. Her hair is bouncy and cascading from the top of her head, just barely lighting upon her shoulders. Her eyes are extremely beautiful accented perfectly by the mascara and eye shadow causing them to almost pop out of her head. Her lips are painted this deep shade of crimson and appear so tantalizing one can't resist the urge of kissing her. Her skin glows with this inner fire that makes Brad weak in the knees.
When he can finally pull his eyes away from her gorgeous face, his knees are again assaulted by the view.
She is wearing a dress, or what was supposed to be a dress. It drapes her body like silk, tight in all the right places, and extremely flattering. He quickly decides she can't be wearing a bra as he sees how deep the neckline plunges and when she turns around this thought is confirmed when he see her bare back.
As she's turning the bottom flares out a bit and this is when he notices the slit that travels up the side of her left leg to about mid-thigh and his mouth literally waters. Only then does he notice the dress is an even deeper shade of crimson than her succulent lips.
Christen is likewise flabbergasted. Here stands the love of her life looking upon her as though he is seeing the most beautiful woman in the world. She can't help but to feel a surge of confidence in his reaction, and admittedly was hoping for that look in his eyes.
She loves watching as his eyes travel down and back up her body, watching as he catches his breath at each new detail.
Now she has a chance to check out her husband. He was dashing and beyond a doubt, one extremely handsome man. She had to watch that line of reasoning though because she was quickly becoming wet with promises of only getting wetter and all she had on was a thong.
But the way in which his shirt hugged his muscular torso, and his pants hugged his ass, were something to be admired and appreciated! With a very small amount of trepidation she looks into his eyes and says, "So...how do I look?" As if the way he's been looking at her since she came out of the bathroom didn't tell her.
"My god dear, we may have a problem..." Intrigued she raises an eyebrow wondering where this could be going.
He chuckles and says, "I don't think we'll be able to leave the bar with just 1 guy following us, but a train of em, and we don't have enough condoms for that!"
Christen rolls her eyes and laughs at him and appreciates the levity and his ability to alleviate her concerns so effortlessly.
They kiss and he takes her hand as he says, "I'm thirsty, let's get going."
Placing his hand in the small of her back, Brad gently guided Christen to the door of their room.
She has never said anything to Brad about how she feels when he steers her this way, and probably never will; she likes how he does it subconsciously, and is always reminded how secure it makes her feel, almost like a physical example of how he supports her and aids her in finding her path through this life.
They step on the elevator, both feeling no small amount of nervousness, but they are in this together and draw strength from each other. Both hoping that once the process starts rolling these nerves will calm down and they can embrace the moment.
They steal another kiss from each other as they near the 1st floor, and the doors open to the opulent lobby of the casino. They both take an involuntary deep breath and disembark holding hands.
The bar is to their right and they quickly make it there and sit down at a table not far from where the bartender is mixing the drinks. A waitress promptly approaches with a smile on her face and asks what they would like.
