The memory away from her mind as soon as it came. Edna looked at the cup, with wide eyes.
- ¡Oh my God!- She covered her mouth, surprised, looking- ¿Sam? ¿Is…? ¿The same?
- The same- He laugh.
- ¿But what? ¿Where did you get it?
- ¿Remember I left for a couple of days?
- Yes…
- It was in the same pathetic museum.
- You didn't…
- ¿Steal it? Obviously.
- ¡Sam!
- It's a joke, take it easy- He laugh hard- They were auctioning, so I went to bid. I bought oranges more expensive than that cup.
- Stop scare me- She hit his arm, and then she took his face, to kiss his lips- Honey…
- Surprise- He smiled, holding her by the waist.
- You're adorable- She caressed his cheek- I had forgotten that cup.
- ¿Only the cup?- He laugh.
- ¿What?
- Nothing. Does not matter.
- I love you, Samy...
- I... umm...- He thought- Just a moment… I think it is… ana 'ahabbuk.
Edna's eyes immediately became wet. Somehow, Drake had learned to say "I love you" in Arabic, her native tongue.
She hugged him tightly, emotional. It was a very simple act, but to she, that meant too much.
- Lord...- He sighed- And you have not gone up to the bedroom.
- ¿What?- She looked at him.
Samuel just stood smiling, waiting. He saw her release and up to the bedroom, so he followed her.
She made a small sound of emotion to see the room. He had surrounded the bed with blue chrysanthemums, live, in their pots. He knew it was her favorite flower, and knew she hated bouquets. If he was to give her a flower, should always be at its corresponding pot, alive and ready to continue growing.
And on top of the bed, seated, a huge horse plush, almost more than a meter, adorable, new, fluffy and fleecy. Another thing she loved, horses and plush dolls.
- Samy...- She moaned, with hyper acute voice, while she looking the flowers- Samy...
Then she stretch and took the doll, hugging him, as if she were a child.
- God...- Edna looked, even squeezing the horse- It is adorable…Samy...
- Happy Anniversary- He rubbed her arm.
- ¿What?
- Six months.
- No- She buried her face on the doll.
- Yes- He laugh.
Drake heard her mumble something unintelligible.
- ¿What?- He smiled- ¿What was that?
- I am sorry… I forgot…
- Edy... I know you're a mess with dates...
Samuel laughed softly. His wife was absurdly oblivious with dates, but he could never reproach anything, much less to see her adorably hugging a plush horse.
She really want to compensate her bad memory to the dates, so she waited until he left the next day, to prepare. Edna took a good quick bath, not to waste time. She took one of the most delicate perfumes that had and put a couple of drops in her body, specifically in her neck, between the hair, as it was the area where he buried his nose more often.
And then she dressed with the outfit more turn on Drake. First a white bra, with lace, over, a blouse Salmon which was relatively transparent and always left one shoulder exposed. Then something she did not normally use, for convenience: a thong. Also White and lacy, that matched with her bra. And a pale yellow skirt, quite short. It was so short that she never used outside the home, because as minimal movement and left exposed the start of her buttocks.
She looked in the mirror, adjusting her brown hair. She did not much like what she saw, after all, she was no longer a young lady, but it was an outfit that was meant for other eyes.
No footwear, or socks, or jewelry. Simple, with a touch of cute.
She took the extra time to accommodate a few things in the kitchen, and she smiled to herself when she heard the front door open and close, the sound of the keys on the hook.
- I returned, princess- He said, from the doorway.
- Perfect- She said through room.
Drake felt a bit humid and perfumed air, but it not gives too much importance.
He walked into the kitchen and he stay petrified for a moment. There she was, his wife, backwards, with that specific outfit, settling no matter what, in one of the cupboards. He bit his lower lip, fully erect, watching her, watching skirt lift slightly and left in view the end to her legs and a underwear lingerie rather little between her buttocks.
Edna knew he was watching her, she had heard him stop short, so, she continued putting things, very slowly.
She heard him approach step by step and then she felt a hand gently pat the back of the thigh, slowly rising in her buttock, under the skirt.
- God...- He muttered, almost in a purr, caressing her buttocks.
- All for you- She whispered.
Drake took her waist and he stuck to her back, pushing her slightly against the kitchen counter. He placed the bulk of its erection right between her buttocks, his mouth on her ear and running his hands under the blouse.
- Little naughty - He moaned in her ear, with gravelly voice, rubbing on her buttocks.
She smiled, seduced, biting her lip, moving imperceptibly her waist to rub him a little. She loved feel the remarkable growth of Samuel pressing her firmly.
-¿You like this?- She murmured.
- Oh fuck…- He kissed her neck, as he ran his hands through her bra- You are delicious…
- Honey…- She raised her hand to stroke his hair- Keep doing…
- You drive me crazy…
Samuel put one of his hands below her bra, leaving her free breast to touch, caress, feel it. With his free hand he unhooked his pants, letting it fall to the ground, freeing his dick. He went up her skirt and down her thong, introduced gently, discovering that she was totally wet.
- Princess…- He growled in her ear, moving slowly- I love it when you get like this...
-More…- She moaned.
He took her waist and he began to penetrate firmly, as she stood leaning against the counter.
He needed more power, so he hug her tightly, listening to the rhythmic cries of Edna drilling his ears.
He could not avoid but groan and moan with her, emboldened, entering, until his body was catapulted with pleasure and with one long whimper.
Samuel was breathing, agitated, even inside and embraced her, with his mouth on her neck.
- My love…- He muttered, tired- You... you know... how make crazy...
- It's for yesterday- She smiled, caressing one of his arms- For having forgotten.
- Oh my God… Forget more often...
She laughed softly, feeling how he let her go and pulled out his dick. She was going to compose herself, but he placed his hand on the base of her neck, causing her to bend down to support her torso on the counter.
- No, no- Drake said, caressing her back- I never leave my wife unfinished.
- You know you're not obliged to do ¿Right?- She heard him climb his pants
- I know. But it's almost a torture leave you so...- He noisily sucked his fingers- A point...
- Honey…- She licked her lips, anxious, moving the waist, automatic response by what she had heard.
- Enjoy sweetie…
Samuel gently put his fingers into her, happy to feel so much fluid and heat on her part. Even better, that position was perfect, he could devote himself to see how much reacted her pussy every time he rubbing his fingers, turned or pressed. And hear her exclaim only make all better.
- Come on, beautiful- He told her, calculated as she was moaning loud- Tell me when... I want to hear you.
- Samy...- She groaned, barely- Now… Now…
That just did accelerate him. He saw her tremble and filled with spasms, while she is shouting long his name from the stomach. An image worthy of seeing.
And she barely stopped, he came over and licked her vagina deeply, trying to leave her as clean as possible. Softly he rise her thong, accommodated her clothes and hugged her.
That was the kind of life that really worth having.