After ten years of marriage, do you know the person you married? Do they know your deepest desires? Do you know theirs? How do you tell them? How will they respond? Will it make your relationship stronger, or tear it apart?
Here’s one way to find out, read Sean and Maudie’s story!
Freya’s Bower Presents
An Erotic Short
Coming home early gives Sean an unexpected surprise. His fantasies come true.
The house would be empty for the night in a few hours. He took advantage of the stroke of luck and planned a night out for him and Maudi—maybe dinner, a movie, or both.
He pulled into his driveway and engaged the garage door opener. Maudi’s Jeep Liberty sat in its usual space on the right side of the garage. Once again, irritation swept through him.
Why didn’t she answer the phone? Or, better yet, call me back?
He shook his head at the unanswered thought. Walking into the house, he marveled at the silence that greeted him. His wife wasn’t in the kitchen. Surprised by her absence, he set down his briefcase, removed his jacket, and loosened his tie.
“The office,” he mused—it was the only logical place in the house. Feeling confident she still worked on a project and had lost track of time, he removed his tie and strolled through the living room and down the hallway.
Sean entered the office and came up short. The power light on the computer didn’t glow, her desk was clear of work. Setting the jacket on the desk, he stared in awe of the organized space.
“Maybe she’s out by the pool.” His coolness turning to frustration, he walked back through the hall to the back door. He peeked out the window but didn’t see her. “Where is she?” he muttered. With his hands perched on the rim of his trousers, he gave the question some thought.
The sound of running water caught his attention. Heading in the opposite direction at the other end of the hall, Sean walked toward the master bedroom. The shower’s spray sounded the closer he got. He glanced at his watch. It’s strange for Maudi to be in the shower now.
The closer Sean drew to the bedroom door, the more sounds he detected. He eased the door open. Nervous energy flooded him. What would he find? Whom would he find with his wife?
A moan sounded among the shower’s spray, followed by another, much louder. He listened to his wife’s voice, and alarm gripped his heart. Another soft cry broke his concentration, but the tone changed his apprehension. He reached for the brass handle, turned it, and pushed through the door. A wall of light steam misted his face. He waved the steam away in hopes to clear the veil. Her clothes lay folded neatly on the counter. Her fuzzy robe hung untouched on the hook next to the door. Nearing closer, he listened, intent upon her next noise. A gentle purr of a mutter told him she didn’t have a clue he heard her.
Submitted:Apr 1, 2009 Reads: 406 Comments: 2 Likes: 1