A/N: Let's switch things up a bit and hear from Edward. The next few chapters will be from his POV.
Waking up we both felt a sense of relief.
Our planned sexual date night went better than expected. Not that we didn't think it would go right. We just knew there would be outside variables to contend with—those we didn't know possibly chatting with us. If someone were to strike up a conversation, could we handle talking to them? If required, could they handle rejection? How would we react to jealousy if it reared its ugly head?
Luckily, it all worked out. But seeing my wife sitting there with that tan guy sure did a number on me. I walked in only to see she appeared to be having a great time. Jealousy made quite the appearance, so I had to keep telling myself that she would be sleeping with me... not that piece of trash. That is all I could think about to avoid walking over and throwing a fist in his direction. I could even see him checking her out—his eyes roamed from her face down to her pert looking breasts...
Mine!
Again, I reminded myself that people probably look her up and down everyday. But it is my bed she comes home to.
She quietly sleeps next to me still naked from our evening of sex-filled fun. Carefully I roll out of the bed so as to not wake her. Grabbing my boxers, I make my way to the restroom for a shower. Once done and with my toiletries packed, I step out of the steam filled room to see Bella has awoken.
Hearing me step out of the bathroom, still resting within the comforter of the bed, she glances my way.
"You showered...," she said with a smile. Then she added, "...without me."
Damn.
I knew I should have woken her, but she looked so peaceful. I really didn't want to disturb her.
After getting ready to leave, I picked up our only suitcase and guided her out of the hotel room door. Hand-in-hand, we walked through the hallway, down the elevator, and officially checked out—ending our first fantasy date.
Last night will certainly go down in the history books as memorable for us. The idea began a few weeks ago. Apparently Bella had a discussion with our friend, Alice, about some issues we were having. One thing led to another resulting in our planned rendezvous. Hesitant at first about the night I can finally admit, I truly enjoyed myself.
Bella drove the car in front of me. I followed her all the way home to our quaint two story cottage style house. We parked our cars and proceeded into the kitchen.
Later that evening, we enjoyed a light dinner of cheese, meats and crackers. Bella poured us each a glass of red wine. Light classical music played in the background. Our tray of food sat near us on the deep mahogany coffee table.
Bella faced me, sitting criss-cross on the brown leather sofa. She reached over to pick up a cracker and placed salami and gouda cheese on top. "So... What did you really think about last night?"
"Well, it was extremely satisfying," I said.
"Yes, it certainly was. I didn't know you could do those kinds of moves." I had no idea either. Being with her in a different setting made me practically pretend I was another man. It was... exhilarating.
"So, do you really want to do it again?" I cautiously asked. Even though it was her idea to begin with, I certainly didn't want her doing something she would later regret. "Because we don't have to. Unless you want to. Then I'd be all for it," I amended.
"Edward." She grinned as she placed a hand on my forearm. "We're in this together. If you want to do it again, we will do it again. But I really think as long as sex is the final outcome, you are all for it."
Yes. My wife completely understands my needs.
We continued to munch on our cheese and crackers as she filled me in on the events of the evening prior to my arrival. It was rather gratifying to hear her speak about the moment she saw me. I felt wanted.
We cleaned up our mess and began to head upstairs. I heard her giggle then she mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said. Stopping halfway up to the second floor, she turned to look at me.
"Oh, and Edward?" I gazed up into her dark chocolate eyes. "I meant what I said." I must have looked confused as she clarified. "You are coming up with our next fantasy date."
A/N: Thoughts on the next fantasy date? Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Sentence teaser for next chapter: "Nuh uh, Edward. Last week was my idea. My date. Friday night is going to be your idea. It will be all about you and your sexual fantasy."
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