The stress of the last two days, paired with the denial of the last week, has us both feeling desperate. We can be slow and sensual later. Right now, I need my wife. We kiss and touch, pulling at each other’s clothes like we’re being timed for efficiency. She unbuttons my white dress shirt, only slowing to peel it carefully off my shoulders. Even as she does, she’s stepping in to press kisses to my chest. She tosses the useless shirt aside, her hands dropping to my belt. I wrap my hands around her back, reaching for her zipper. Her dress unzips with the ease of sliding a hot knife through
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