caught red handed
It was a sad state of affairs. He knew he loved her. Yet. He didn't know how to show her. Every time he came close to her, her body language said it all. The tightening of her body. The slight turning away. The irritated sigh. A gruff remark on him sitting too close. He would lose it then. All going cold within him. Anger welling up.
He couldn't understand what it was that made her constantly shun him. Eventually he gave up. They settled in a state of silent disillusion. She seemed to be content at having gotten it right, pushing him into a corner, subdued. Evenings, each sitting and staring at the television, seeing yet not seeing.
She seemed to cope better than him. Accepting the fate of their relationship, near platonic. a respectful silence between lovers forgotten.
He, on the other hand, began to look for answers to deal with the emptiness he felt deep inside his gut. He wanted more. He wished it would be she that would awaken that deadness he felt . But, he knew that it was too late...even if she tried...his mind and body would not know to connect.
She had managed to kill the interest in him.
Slowly he began to plod outside his dead world. At first the steps were hesitant. Uncertain. Then an excitement began to quicken his search for something new. Pictures sensual. Pictures erotic.
He became braver. Beginning to wonder what it would be like to be with another woman. He started noticing the ladies round the office. Amazed at how beautiful they were and not having noticed before. He began to daydream what it would be like to flirt, yes, flirt a little with the lass across the passageway. What held him back was his loyalty to the woman who had been by his side for 30 odd years.
Day by day things began to look up. And then it happened. The lass came to speak to him. He knew within seconds that his lustful thoughts were obvious to her. He just didn't know how to hide them.
She asked him if he would join her for a smoke outside. They would go down the stairs instead of using the elevator. She in front of him. He one step behind her.
All of a sudden she stopped, turned round and asked him to fuck her . She told him she had no panties on and needed his hands to cup and caress her softness. His erection was immediate. He stepped to her level and pinned her to the wall. She spread her legs willingly and all he wanted to do was thrust so deep within her. Fuck her hard and deep.
He did. He didn't care who may come down the same flight of stairs. Sanity did not prevail. and as he thrust deeper and harder , grinding her into the wall, he thought he saw someone at the bottom of the stairs. and as he turned all he would remember for the rest of his days was the shocked look in his missus's eyes...that day she had decided it was time to make it up to him for making his life so miserable of late...she had realised the sad state of affairs was due to her having potentially pushed him a little too far....she had simply been tired of being a mother a wife a nurturer, always there for everybody...all she had wanted was some selfish time of solitude to herself and she hoped he would understand.
now she knew he hadn't...
RB.
He couldn't understand what it was that made her constantly shun him. Eventually he gave up. They settled in a state of silent disillusion. She seemed to be content at having gotten it right, pushing him into a corner, subdued. Evenings, each sitting and staring at the television, seeing yet not seeing.
She seemed to cope better than him. Accepting the fate of their relationship, near platonic. a respectful silence between lovers forgotten.
He, on the other hand, began to look for answers to deal with the emptiness he felt deep inside his gut. He wanted more. He wished it would be she that would awaken that deadness he felt . But, he knew that it was too late...even if she tried...his mind and body would not know to connect.
She had managed to kill the interest in him.
Slowly he began to plod outside his dead world. At first the steps were hesitant. Uncertain. Then an excitement began to quicken his search for something new. Pictures sensual. Pictures erotic.
He became braver. Beginning to wonder what it would be like to be with another woman. He started noticing the ladies round the office. Amazed at how beautiful they were and not having noticed before. He began to daydream what it would be like to flirt, yes, flirt a little with the lass across the passageway. What held him back was his loyalty to the woman who had been by his side for 30 odd years.
Day by day things began to look up. And then it happened. The lass came to speak to him. He knew within seconds that his lustful thoughts were obvious to her. He just didn't know how to hide them.
She asked him if he would join her for a smoke outside. They would go down the stairs instead of using the elevator. She in front of him. He one step behind her.
All of a sudden she stopped, turned round and asked him to fuck her . She told him she had no panties on and needed his hands to cup and caress her softness. His erection was immediate. He stepped to her level and pinned her to the wall. She spread her legs willingly and all he wanted to do was thrust so deep within her. Fuck her hard and deep.
He did. He didn't care who may come down the same flight of stairs. Sanity did not prevail. and as he thrust deeper and harder , grinding her into the wall, he thought he saw someone at the bottom of the stairs. and as he turned all he would remember for the rest of his days was the shocked look in his missus's eyes...that day she had decided it was time to make it up to him for making his life so miserable of late...she had realised the sad state of affairs was due to her having potentially pushed him a little too far....she had simply been tired of being a mother a wife a nurturer, always there for everybody...all she had wanted was some selfish time of solitude to herself and she hoped he would understand.
now she knew he hadn't...
RB.
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