“Man… facemask.” I corrected as I looked over at her, and we both burst into laughter.
“I’m just a girl,” she said as she continued to watch the game. I slid over, and she sat down beside me.
We talked about that until I got a notification that the truck was approaching us.
“The truck will be here in two minutes.”
She got off the bed and went over to grab her bag from the counter and slipped on her shoes. I walked her to the door and then opened it.
“Be good for me,” I teased as I watched her breath get caught in her throat. She shook her head, stood on her tiptoes, and dropped a quick peck on my lips before she turned around and walked toward the front of the resort.
Closing the door, I went back over to the bed and lay down. I was going to take a quick nap before I got on the road to head back home. The day was over, Breeze had been on my mind, on my lips, and in my beard. But now it was back to reality.
Epilogue
Breeze
Ipulled into the yard, calming myself. Only 24 hours had passed since I’d been with my husband, and I felt both empowered and guilty. My body was wrecked, but I felt renewed. I was honestly glad for the experience and relieved it was behind us.
I looked around, and Tim’s truck wasn’t there just yet. And lowkey, I was grateful that I didn’t have to do the walk of shame into the house, and I could shower again and be relaxed by the time that he came home.
Entering our home, I walked into our master bedroom and took off my slippers. Then I unpacked the duffle bag that I had taken and hopped into the shower. No matter how many times I bathed over this last twenty-four hours, a shower in your own home always hit differently. I squeezed some shampoo into the palm of my hands. On the way home, all I could smell was the scent of Q on my body. His cologne was different than the one that Tim wore. I had just taken a shower before leaving thebeach house, and the scent was still so loud, so I knew that it had to have been stuck in my hair.
The last thing I wanted to do was make matters worse by coming home to my husband smelling like evidence of what had happened over this last day.
I scrubbed my hair as best I could, showered, and then threw on my robe and wrapped my hair up.
By the time that I went back downstairs, Tim was standing at the counter fixing a drink. Once I made it to the bottom, he glanced up at me lazily and put his cup on the counter when he saw me standing there.
I walked over to him and fell into his embrace. He leaned down and kissed me. In that second, a twinge of guilt hit me because I had been doing some wild shit with my mouth, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind because I’m sure he had too.
“You okay, baby?” He asked as we stood there wrapped in each other. I nodded.
“Did you enjoy your night?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as we parted.
“It was cool,” he said with a nonchalance that made me shoot him a glare before we both burst into laughter.
The deal was for us not to know the fantasy that we explored, or who we chose to do it with. I didn’t regret that decision. I feel like that made it easier for us to move forward. I trust Tim more than I trust anyone else. But that didn’t stop me from speculating about what he chose to do. Just knowing my husband, he chose a threesome for sure. He was laughing because he likely knew that he was laid up all day and night, with not one but two women having the time of his life.
He dragged me over to the barstool and sat down with me between his legs.
“When are we doing the vacation, Ma, and where are we going?” He asked as he peppered kisses down my neck.
“Sometime this week. We’ve been to so many different countries, let’s do another state. Road trips are a good bonding experience,” I said with my eyes closed as I cupped the back of his neck.
“Hell no,” He chuckled, “If we do a road trip, it has to be four hours or less, you ain’t going to drive.”
I laughed.
“Okay, no road trip, because you’re right. Let’s do Florida,” I suggested.
“That’s cool.” He agreed immediately.
We sat in the kitchen wrapped in one another. I had gotten up from the stool and turned to face him, with my arms around his neck. He rubbed my butt as we had a normal conversation. Because I had been with my husband only, I doubted that sex could be such a casual experience. I always associated sex with feelings because that’s all I had known. But here, at this moment, I knew that nothing had changed between us. I had spent the last day doing the absolute most with a man who probably took the record for longest dick in the world, but didn’t feed my soul in the way that my husband did. It was different, it was exciting, but it is over now. Now, we could get back to our lives and make sure that our love remained for the next twenty years.
Tim rained kisses on my exposed chest.
“I love you, Breeze,” he groaned.
