Sorry for the wait. I've been really busy this week, preparing for a little vacation this week. this is basically a filler chapter, leading into the next. the characters are not mine, just borrowing. I hope you like it.

Chapter 8.

Cpov.

Today, we were spending the day with our spouses and then going to a show as a family. It was going to be a relatively cloudy day, so I decide to take Esme antiquing; we would be moving soon and she would have a whole new house to decorate. She truly loved decorating and entertaining; if it wasn't for not aging she could have a very lucrative decorating business of her own. It was sunny outside at the moment but by around noon it would be cloudy enough to shop.

I smiled at the prospect of spending more time alone with my beautiful wife. We'd been married for almost 86 years, but our passion for each other still grew with each passing day. She somehow came up with ideas to keep things new and different, not that she needed to. This family vacation was her idea, a way to get us all together but still give us alone time with our spouses. She was getting ready for our shopping adventure. I was pulling on my slacks when the bathroom door opened to reveal my wife in a sexy maid costume, complete with a feather duster. I stood there in shock. It wasn't often that she wore something revealing, even when we are alone she is fairly covered. She made her way into the main room with a seductive smile on her face.

"Monsieur, does the bed need making?"

"I believe it does." I said playing along with her little game.

"Well then, let me." She made her way over to the bed we had shared ourselves in the night before, and with exaggerated movements made the bed at human speed. I chucked walked up behind her pulling her into my arms and turning her around to face me.

"Well, thank you very much miss?"

"Call me Esme." She said smiling up at me innocently. "Sir, this is highly inappropriate. Aren't you married?" she asked pulling my hand up to inspect my wedding band. I smiled it matched hers exactly.

"Yes and my wife is the only woman for me. " I said bending down and capturing her luscious lips with my own. I felt her smile against my lips.

"That's all well and good sir, but then why are you kissing me?" she asked pulling out of my arms and continued to make the messed bed.

"Because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever set my eyes on." I said pulling her back into my arms, and kissing along her neck. I gently licked the scar that was left from when I turned her. She always shivered when I kissed this spot and this time was no different. I smiled and continued to kiss down her neck, descending to her sensuous breast and pulled her body closer to mine. She didn't fight me; instead she pressed her body closer to mine, and brought my face up to her. She kissed me ever so gently then pulled away and muttered.

"I won't tell if you don't." before crashing her mouth on mine while wrapping her arms around my neck. I chucked and lifted her on to my waist, as she wrapped her legs around me. I walked the few steps over to the bed and laid us both down. She pulled me so that I was completely on top of her. I kissed her as I gently started to pull off her sexy little costume. She stopped me, with a hand on my shoulder and flipped us over. She was now straddling my hips, smiling at my unbuttoned slacks. She pushed them out of way and slipped my boxer briefs off with them, then slipped her panties off, and slid herself onto me, causing both of us to moan in pleasure. Being inside of her was always amazing, but having her take control without being so forceful was nice. I gently rolled us over and slowly made love to my wife. After what seemed like hours of slow bliss, she flipped us over again and started going faster and harder, always increasing speed and force. I somehow found the sense of mind to be thankful for the soundproof rooms. Our bodies erupted together in ultimate bliss, tongues fighting control as our bodies shook. As we lay in the afterglow of sharing our bodies, I ran my hands over her now bare back, her costume having been ripped in the passion we shared. "Sorry about your clothes Ms. Esme."

"Oh, now you play along." She laughed turning over in my arms and kissed me again.

"So are we skipping the antiquing then?" I asked trying not to sound to hopeful.

"Like I'm letting you out of this bed before the show." She smirked once again straddling my hips.

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Bunny