Flesh Secrets

In the dark of the night she curled against her husband. Her body was humming from their lovemaking. She could hear his even breath nearly in tune with the breeze outside. Slow, steady, sure. She was safe.

In the morning light, she watched her husband get ready for work. His blonde hair tousled before he put it into place as he smiled at her. The familiar rhythm of their routine calmed and soothed her. She was content as she kissed him goodbye before they left for work.

During the morning tasks she smiled with the texts and messages that came in from her husband. She was reassured and blissfully loved.

In the brilliant sunshine of the noon hour, dressed in her trim navy suit and sunglasses, she guided her navy car towards an apartment. A place familiar to her, but never spoken of ---to anyone. It was, in fact, a place she rarely thought of with much reflection. It was part of her, crucial to the contentedness of everything else. But not considered. It was unsafe to do that.

Her heels clicked up the stone steps and into the landing. True to form, there would be no need to knock, she let herself in to the dimly lit space. Red sheer curtains were drawn, the sun straining to get through. For the first moment it was silent and she did not move though her being hummed with anticipation as she absorbed her surroundings.

Then he was there, behind her this time, kissing her neck and tugging firmly at her suit so it dropped quickly. She felt his long dark hair slide over her back. He blindfolded her with a silk scarf and led her to the bed. She took in the whispers, rasping breath, murmurs with shocking words her husband would never use. Her body vibrated with need and excitement.

For the next hour she engaged in sexual acts that before meeting him she had never heard of, could not even dream about, and certainly never thought she would do. In the midst of pleasure beyond comprehension, rational thoughts refused to surface. She would not analysis the why and the how. In the glow created by red silk, the blindfold removed, she was driven only by an intense, indescribable need for more. And more. Her limits were stretched and still it was not enough.

Eventually the hour had to end and the suit zippered, wrinkles smoothed, sunglasses adjusted. There were few words between them, mere murmurs of want, promises for more—always more.

She had created this routine easily, slid into the wickedness of it without looking back. It had become a part of her life so crucial to her existence, she could no more conceive of giving it up anymore than she could think of leaving the husband she loved so much.

Back in the office she smile as her husband’s tender voice slid her easily back into reality and out of forbidden flesh secrets.

-- written by Moonspun