Chapter 3

2 March 2022, Saturday

Surprisingly, neither of us talked about the contents of the letter for the entire week. Our lives went on as usual. We had dinner, we cooked, we watched TV together and yes we had sex. There was nothing out of the blue for the regular things we did together every week.

It felt different on Saturday when I proposed something a little different. Honestly. I’m not sure why this just felt like something out of the ordinary, but something was different. It seemed as if we connected on a different plane.

I remember asking my wife when I was about to doggy her over our matrimonial bed. I slipped a flavoured condom over the dildo we frequently used and passed it to my wife.

“Dear ... think about the letter you wrote.”

Actually, I wanted it to come out as a question, and the tone which I used was more of a questioning tone. I just wanted to see how badly she was thinking about it but I did not get a reply from Stella.

Moments later besides me driving my shaft deep into my wife, I could feel her reversing herself onto me. She seldom does that as we would usually end up with some coordination issues. Our bodies liked different speeds, it was not practical to try and match each other and the few times that we tried ended up with neither of us getting satisfied, but that session was different.

It was different. As Stella smacked back down on my pelvis, I drove myself deep in. We managed a good 2-3 minutes of unbroken and coordinated thrusting. The room was just filled with the sound of our bodies smacking each other.

And Stella was trying to moan.

Trying because her mouth was filled with the dildo. Our love making session that day was punctuated with groans from me, the slurping sound from my wife and the wet sticky sound from a well lubricated vagina being drilled by my dick.