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“We might need a sturdier table,” he smirked, helping me sit up.

The table protested again and before I got off the table it broke. Luke was quick to pull me up as everything fell to the floor. It was quiet for a second before we started laughing.

“Well, sex didn’t go as planned, but we can now say we have broken in our table,” I giggled.

“I think sex was just fine,” he said, bringing me closer to kiss my neck.

I leaned into him, and I wondered if I was ever going to have what it took to give him what he needed, and if it wasn’t, was I going to be enough?

5

Luke

Things had been different since we took the class. I saw Camila trying, but I also saw her hesitation too. A part of me wondered if I was expecting too much, but when she does something like command me to do something, it sets my blood on fire.

She wasn’t really demanding I do anything, but I saw sparks of dominance in her that made me rock hard. Our sex on the dining table was hot, and while our instructor Genevieve might not have thought Camila was being dominant, I think she had made us look at sex in a different way. Even though Camila said she would try harder, I knew she was being too hard on herself.

Lately, I had been thinking about her request. How she wanted to go somewhere and I would attempt to pick her up, as if we didn’t know each other. It sounded exciting and different, and even though I didn’t think I could pull it off, I wanted to try for her. I mean, it was the least I could do.

That night for dinner I made beef and bean pupusas with Mexican rice and plantains. It was one of her favorite meals, and I had been going the extra mile because I wanted to show my appreciation. As I finished the plantains, Camila was changing and grabbing us something to drink.

She walked in with a pep in her step and I wondered if she had gotten another client or was in the process of getting one. She made us margaritas, setting them down as I put the plates on the table, going back for the curtido and the salsa.

She was dressed in her usual sweatshirt and shorts, but I loved seeing her like this. Yeah, I liked lace, tight dresses and thigh highs, but there was something absolutely sexy about her being comfortable and the slight peek of her shoulder every now and then was perfect. Before she sat down, I pulled her towards me, kissing her softly on her lips before kissing her on her forehead.

I was right about a new client and this client had been referred to her by another one. She needed a dress to attend some benefit happening in a few months. Camila talked about colors, fabrics and how the client gave her a budget that had endless possibilities.

My heart grew ten times its size seeing her so happy. For a while, I thought that maybe we wouldn’t get here, that our time as husband and wife was over, but it wasn’t just that. Camila was my best friend, we used to talk about everything, we didn’t hold anything back until we tried to have kids.

There was a piece of me that wished we hadn’t tried, but we had both wanted kids, and had always talked about them. It always felt like it was the next step in our marriage, but we quickly learned that things are different for every couple. We didn’t have to do things just because that's what was expected of us or what society expected of us. While I think I still wanted kids, I wanted them on our own terms and not just because people thought that we had to have them.

After dinner, Camila helped me with the dishes even though I knew she was desperate to go sketch. I finally got her to get out of the kitchen and finished up. I headed into our living room, turned on the TV, skimmed the channels until I saw a Law andOrder episode that I got sucked into from the first two minutes of watching it.

I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep until Camila shook my shoulder and I woke up abruptly, sitting up quickly.

“Whoa,” she said, stepping back so I didn't accidently hit her.

I looked around remembering I was in the living room.

“Sorry,” I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“It’s ok, I called your name like five times,” she smiled. “I was about to leave you here and go to bed. You were really knocked out.”

“I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep,” I said, getting up. “I didn’t even get to see who the kidnapper was.”

I turned off the TV and followed Camila out of the living room doing my nightly routine. I checked the doors, made sure everything was turned off before I made my way to our bedroom.

Camila was in the bathroom as I got undressed and headed for the shower, opening the glass door. I showered quickly, feeling my wife’s eyes on me, deciding to soap up my body a little slower.

“Touch yourself,” she said, making me pause, looking over my shoulder to make sure I heard her right. “One hand on the wall, and one on your cock.”

My abdomen clenched in arousal as a bolt of pleasure hit me. I put my hand on the wall, leaning on it, grabbing my cock and stroking it lazily with the soap on my hand. Looking up, I saw her sitting on the counter. Her sleep t-shirt dress was hiked up and if she spread her legs, I’d get to see that sweet pussy covered in underwear. I stroked myself faster as heat spread throughout my body.

“You don’t come until I do. Got it?” Camila opened her legs showing me her bare pussy and I groaned.

The sound of buzzing echoed throughout the bathroom, and she trailed the small vibrator down her chest, slowly dragging itdown her stomach and in between her legs. I was so transfixed, I stopped stroking myself.

“Keep stroking yourself,” she clipped, as she pulled the vibrator away before she touched her clit. “Don’t stop because if you do, no orgasm for you.”

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