Prompt: Bill/Carolanne: illusion
The wine made the air heavy, clouding all Bill's senses, from touch to sight to judgement. That last one should have bothered him but instead he was thankful. It was a relief to be able to forget that it was a bad idea to be sleeping with your own wife.
He looked down at Carolanne, sweat gleaming over naked skin, her golden hair tangled in his hands. She was beautiful. That hadn't changed. He leaned down, pressing his lips against her, tasting the same wine on her tongue. She moaned and slipped a hand down between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his erection.
His body ached at her touch. It had been a long time since they had last been intimate and he was not the type of man to be unfaithful to wedding vows. But he was also not the type of man that didn't want this, that didn't crave this. And that was probably the biggest reason he was here right now.
And, of course, he did still love her. He probably always would. But even as he positioned himself between her thighs, pushing forward inside her, calling out her name, he knew it wasn't going to be enough. This was just more of the same, going through the motions and pretending to be happy.
Always fooling no one, least of all themselves.