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pleasure could be heard; whether the banging of the headboard
would wake someone.
    But I hadn’t shaken them off. Not really. They still lingered,
a shadow of feelings, whispers of our children’s laughter, thinking I could
hear them calling me... Tess and Lucy, our two wonderful little girls. And then
there were whispers of my fantasies, ones I’d held in check since I’d read a
sexy book many years ago. Ones that had made me think I was dirty for wanting
them. When I’d first met Jacob, I’d shoved away the feelings of guilt and let
the fantasies surface, briefly. Our rampant sex had been too enjoyable, too
damn hot to allow myself to dwell on whether what we did was right, but as the
years had rolled by and I’d become embroiled in motherhood, kinky sex had
fallen by the wayside, and the old trappings had moved in permanently. We can’t
do this because we’re parents. We can’t do that because of the girls. We can do
that because it’s too rude...
    I stared at my surroundings to force my thoughts in another
direction. The room wasn’t much, just a double bed with white sheets and a
beige quilt. Low cabinets either side, the perfunctory wardrobe and a
sideboard, all in light wood that matched the colour of the quilt and walls. A
sea of beige. But it suited our needs. The decoration hadn’t exactly been on
our minds when we’d stumbled through the door last night. Ripping one another’s
clothes off had been the order of the evening.
    “What are you thinking?” Jacob asked, remaining at the window.
    And there he was, not even a flicker of movement indicating
that he’d turned around. Just him, standing there, a god in front of a glass
pane. I studied his reflection instead of responding, squinting to make out the
faint, fine taper of hairs that ran from his belly button down to the curly thatch
nestled above his cock. A long cock that was semi-hard, heavy- looking, and
eminently touchable. I loved the feel of it in my hand, the way my fingers
curled around its width, the softness of his skin on mine. A thrill ran through
me at the thought of it, and I folded my arms across my breasts in an effort to
stop me from fondling them. But why shouldn’t I? Too many nights we’d hurried,
coming together in a rush before the inevitable interruptions came. Too many
nights I’d denied myself the pleasure of having Jacob inside me.
    ‘ Mum , I want a drink of water. Mum, I can’t
sleep...’
Stop thinking of them. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do
that.
 And I had, but casting aside the parental mantle wasn’t as easy
as I’d told Jacob it would be. Wasn’t as easy as flicking a switch. They crept
in, the two girls we’d created— smiling faces filling my mind, eclipsed
by their worried expressions that made me think they weren’t coping well
without us.
    They’re with Jacob’s mum and dad. They’ll be fine.
    My determination that we could do this had persuaded Jacob to
come away with me. It had been a big thing, this, leaving the children behind,
but if we hadn’t done it now we never would.
    “Is it the kids?” he asked.
    “No.”
I didn’t lie often, but if I admitted my thoughts
then he would tag onto the worry bandwagon and we’d end up going home. I didn’t
want that. I wanted the rest of the day, the night, and the majority of
tomorrow morning to be just me and him. It wasn’t too much to ask, was it? Not
after ten years of being devoted and never going out to the pub, never leaving
them...
    “I was thinking about us,” I said, throwing the sheet away from
my body and sitting up. I stretched; a fingers-pointing-to-the-ceiling kind of
stretch that chased away all the kinks and left me loose-limbed and pliant.
    Pliant.
    Now there was a word that brought a rush of desire to my cunt.
Pliant made me think of suppleness, of legs and arms twisted in difficult
positions, of torsos arched and backs curved. Jacob was pliant, always had
been, and once upon a time I’d been able to bend