The discharge of a wife from the hospital should bring joy to a husband, ordinarily. However, what if the admission was a blessing in the first place?
As I helped Chelsea into the front passenger seat of the W210, it felt strange; the act of assisting her into the seat appeared completely unnecessary but curiously, was still very much needed. She seemed stronger than she ought to though, in my opinion.
However, just to be safe, I reclined the chair as far back as it allowed itself. In doing so, I simulated a sleeping bed for her.
The doctors were positive, but I wasn’t taking chances or going to give to chance, in any way. Immediately she eased into the seat, I buckled her up, kissed her passionately on the lips, and told her in close proximity, “I love you.”
The response was instant. Chelsea drew me into her arms and gave me one of the most powerful kisses anyone has ever given me in my entire life.
Her grip was tight and precise, her lips firm and locking.
The earlier lip chaff had all gone and in their place, there was a fullness and vitality that I never remembered meeting there. She suckled the sides of my lips, munching on the upper lips slowly, through its length and breath before proceeding to the lower and doing the same. It was a slow, sensual kiss that was oozing passion and my groin was beginning to take notice.
Eventually, she released my mouth slowly and affectionately, then proceeded to my ear while I was still firmly planted in her arms, tickled me for about two seconds there, and uttered the words as slowly as if they were the most important words in the entire world at the moment: “I love you too, baby…”
I instinctively knew that leaving her in an abrupt manner to the driver’s seat after that sort of long and sensual kiss, especially with the way and manner her emotions were hyped up, would be a bad idea. I patted her back, played with her face, and looking her deep in the eyes, I offered the words; “I love you, Chels. I’m so glad you’re back.”
Slowly, and still locking contact with her eyes, I cautiously proceeded to the driver’s seat, fumbled with the keys and fired the motor. As the Mercedes came to life, the thought of Susie and the super-proportioned ass also came to mind. How on earth was I going to handle that piece of perfect femininity with Chelsea at home almost all the time?
I engaged the vehicle into drive and the motor roared to life, I instinctively knew, without being told, that the days ahead would certainly be the most challenging.
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This piece is a random extract from a romance novel I’m working on at the moment and it’s almost due for publication, under a pen name (barring any last minute changes).
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