Captivated by Desire

Captivated by Desire

Eddie sat down on the swing set as he waited for her to arrive. He knew that she would be a while since she had to work late. "Saturday night and I'm waiting alone out here" he thought. As Eddie sat there for a moment, he thought about the many nights he had spent with her. He thought about their argument two months ago coming back from the restaurant where... Funny he thought, he couldn't remember exactly what they said to one another, he only knew that he and his wife had lost their love for each other.

"What they hell am I doing here? Fuck that therapist. I mean they do not know anything after all. The only good thing that can come from her mouth would be a nice long hummer. For one hundred and twenty bucks an hour, I would sure pay for that. I should have just gotten divorced, just like all the other married couples in the country.

'Spice up our sex life.' What a crock-pot of bullshit. I love to fuck. I just don't love to fuck my wife."

The only thing he could remember and with such detail was the moment he met Cindy's acquaintance.

When she first came to take their order, Eddie's eyes focused intently on her breasts. As he began to look at her with amazement, he noticed her body's curves: her hips full and wide and her back side, tight and fit, just enough to fully wrap both hands around it and squeeze. Her legs and thighs aligned perfectly as he could see the arrow in between her legs, pointing to an area where all desire and perfection can entwine flawlessly. Eddie knew all of his dreams could come true.

He was mesmerized by the scent of her perfume, sweet as candy and overpowering like a rose blossom in early June. It reminded him of home, and youth. Hot summer days and long nights of drinking and chasing young girls ready to engage in drunken sloppy sex. To be young, Eddie thought...

Eddie started to grow impatient, cold, and restless. He lit up a cigarette as the headlights came up over the hill. Through the fog, the beam of light split into two, as Eddie's face became bright and full of the subtle expression of adoration and fear.

When the car came to a stop in front of him, he could make out two silhouettes belonging to two females. Although the one on the left looked distinctly familiar, the other belonged to a smaller woman; petite, young, fresh, vulnerable. "Who were these two; this was all part of the plan, except, who was this other girl," Eddie thought.

The two women came over slowly towards Eddie. He could now make out at least one of them... his wife. Incidentally, Eddie had a strange feeling in his chest, as it started slowly making its way into his stomach, then to Eddie's pants, which began to get tighter and tighter. Eddie was seeing his wife for the first time in all their years of marriage, as an item of sexual desire. He noticed her outfit. She appeared to be wearing all black; the material hugged her in a skintight suit, with holes in her stockings, just as Eddie had seen on those actresses in the movies on the internet. Suddenly he felt an arduous desire, as the excitement and answers to Eddie's inquires were revealed. He recognized a familiar scent of perfume.

"Mmmmmm," Eddie thought. Eddie had a ravenous hunger for Cindy's body, but when he remembered what it was he was doing here in the first place, he found himself turned on by his wife and his fantasy lover quickly faded into the night with the fog.

However there was something about the other women that he did not know or understand. Her body and a fragrance appeared all too familiar, except, it could not possibly, what would she be... Eddie's imagination started to run wild in circles. He noticed she was wearing a mask.

"Eddie," his wife said.

"I know that we have been having some problems, but I want to show you how I feel. I want to do what I have never