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  After Flora finally explained everything so that I could understand what was going through her mind, I was set at ease.

  Of course, I wasn’t completely thrilled that my dominance was not enough for her.

  However, I was happy that it was a matter of her changing and not due to anyone else’s influence.

  Plus, I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I had fun, being told what to do; since for my entire life, I was told that I needed to lead, it was nice to not have to do that anymore.

  After all, I trusted Flora and it wasn’t like our sexual behavior was going to be something that other people knew about.

  So long as she was happy, I could learn to live with a few different idiosyncrasies. I thought of it as nothing more than the cost of changing and morphing together as a couple.

  Therefore, the most experience of our lovemaking was the first time I felt as though I could truly accept the role reversal.

  At least she wasn’t being unfaithful, I continued to remind myself.

  Whenever I faltered from my conviction, I was easily able to find comfort in the idea that we were together, a solid, united front and there wasn’t anything that was going to break us apart.

  I loved Flora and I was committed to her, no matter what. It was a major relief to be secure in the fact that she felt the same way.

  “Hey, Flora?” I whispered, checking to see if she was asleep yet, or simply enjoying my company, as I was reveling in hers.

  “Yes?” Flora asked, her head slowly shifting up to meet my eyes in the dim lighting.

  I grinned at the outline of her face. I couldn’t seem much, since the shadows bounced off it boldly, but at this point in our relationship, I had it basically memorized.

  “Can I ask you a favor?” I replied eventually.

  “Sure,” she replied, before yawning slightly, letting me know that I probably didn’t have much time before she fell asleep.

  “I don’t think we keep a lot of things from one another, but when it comes to stuff like, your parents, or my father, I want to be honest. Even though it sucks and they’re not nice, I would rather know things about what happened from now on, instead of trying to keep it from one another; even if the intentions are the best.”

  I felt her hare wave up and down as she nodded against my chest.

  “That sounds good. I agree. I think a lot of this could’ve been solved pretty easily with a simple conversation.”

  “Yes, I agree,” I replied, “But, you know what they say. That’s why people get wiser as they grow up…Or, they’re supposed to anyway. I just want to make sure that we don’t make that mistake again.”

  “Yeah, me too! That was way too much drama for our busy lives,” she insisted with a chuckle.

  After that, we settled into silence for a few moments. I fell back into thought, while I assumed Flora fell asleep, since she didn’t stir.

  With my hand on her back, I could feel the soft ebb and flow of her breathing and I could hear each inhale.

  Her hair covered my chest, where the blanket did not, and her delicate hand rested over my shoulder.

  For the first time, in an extremely, shamefully long time, I focused on Flora; the way she felt in my arms, the way her body pressed perfectly into mine, and the way her soft breaths felt against my skin. She was so warm, and supple, yet the strength that defined her was apparent, even when she slept.

  Flora was, by far, the strongest woman I had ever met. Sometimes, she was a little too strong. She would keep things in, when she thought that I wouldn’t be able to handle them and that was what I hoped to avoid, when it came to our parents.

  I knew that I was guilty of it too, but I would like to think that if my father had tried to set me up with someone, the first person I would tell, just out of sheer disbelief, would be Flora.

  Though, since he had never actually done anything quite that low, I couldn’t be sure.

  I knew that the only reason she was trying to keep that detail of her trip from me was to spare my feelings, but we were a team and as this whole fiasco had pointed out, intentions are only that, and they could easily turn into issues, with detrimental consequences.

  Was I blaming Flora for what happened? Of course, not! However, the fact remained that if the two of us wouldn’t have made a habit of trying to ignore issues that plagued us, whether they were small, or big, the last few days probably would’ve never happened.

  I still felt horrible for basically accusing her of cheating on me, and as I focused on the intimacy that I felt presently, there was no way, knowing what I knew presently, that I could see her doing any of the horrible things I had mentally accused her of only two days ago.

  I was such a moron and again, I should’ve taken the time to talk to her, before I let the idea fester in my mind. That was on me.

  When she came home that first night and I refused to talk to her, I basically initiated the fight right then and there. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the first shot fired in the battle that had ensued between us.

  Flora only had a certain feeling that she didn’t reveal. I was the one who had demanded it be explained and then refused to allow her the benefit of that explanation. I felt terrible about that, but there was nothing I could do to fix it now. Instead, I would simply have to ensure that nothing like this ever happened again in the future.

  That was why I had asked Flora to make me the promise, and I hoped to God that she forced me to stick to it too. After all, I was just as guilty as she was, especially where my father was involved.

  I didn’t want to have to suffer the old man’s rantings once, the last thing I wanted to do was rehash it, which I felt would only hurt Flora.

  Yet, considering things happen that can lead to other issues, I knew now that I should’ve also been more honest about when my father called and what he said.

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” Flora whispered quietly, suddenly, stirring me out of my thoughts.

  “I’m sorry?” I whispered back. “You should’ve told me about what?”

  “About everything. I shouldn’t have kept the way I was feeling, or the damn visit with my parents from you. I knew it would’ve been a shitty conversation, but it still would’ve been better than you having to think all of those terrible things for as long as you did,” she insisted.

  “Flora, it’s over now and besides, I was just thinking that I need you to keep me honest too. My father’s a dick, but sometimes, I should have a conversation about what he says, so that you’re aware, in case he ever does try anything particularly crazy. He is getting up there in age. I’m sure the old bastard’s mind is wearing.”

  “Yeah, but this is more than something someone said. This was a planned, malicious attack on our relationship and even though I didn’t know what was going on until I was taking part in it, I shouldn’t have kept it from you…and I should’ve had a conversation about the way I was feeling. I just, I never imagined you would take it so well.”

  Even though I couldn’t see her face, I could tell from the sound of her voice, when she spoke the last part, that she was smiling.

  “I told you before, Flora, I love you and I would do anything to make you happy. It’s a work in progress, I’ll admit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

  “Are you…satisfied after we do that?”

  “Hell, yes! Flora, you are sexy as hell and when you take control, it’s an interesting experience. One that I didn’t think I would enjoy, but I do.” In the darkness, I felt around until my hand lightly touched her face with my hand. Bringing it up so that if we could see, our gaze would be on one another’s eyes, I added, “You are a strong woman and even though I know it, even though that is one of the things that originally attracted me to you, and continues to attract me to you, to this day, sometimes I don’t quite understand that your strength is fluent throughout your personality. Therefore, it makes sense that you would want to be dominant. You kick ass at work, why wouldn’t you kick my ass in th
e bedroom?”

  She giggled, “I don’t kick your ass,” she muttered, “But you’re right, I do kick ass at work.”

  “I am honored to be your husband, Flora and even if your strength might make me feel slightly uncomfortable, for a moment, the pride I have in being able to call you my wife, my best friend, and my partner, will always be greater than any stupid insecurity. I live my life for you. I want to make you happy and from now on, I want you to be a lot more open and honest about what I can do in order to keep you happy.”

  Again, I felt her nod against me, “Okay, Collin. Thank you. I want to make you happy too, though…”

  “You do, love,” I breathed as my fingers played with her hair, “Trust me, Flora, you do.”

  I vowed, as I fell asleep, holding my wife tight in my arms, that I would never allow such pettiness to come between us, ever again.

  The next morning, I awoke, feeling an intense sense of pride and excitement. I felt rejuvenated and almost freed, though I know we had a long way to go.

  I was aware that we still had some issues to contend with and all the things that had built up between us over the course of a decade wasn’t going to be solved, literally overnight. However, I was certain that we had made a bold improvement. We were certainly on our way to figuring out our true path in life; as a couple and as individuals.

  Feeling particularly horny this morning, I rolled over and pulled Flora closer to me. Feeling her backside against my already intensely aroused manhood caused me to quake with anticipation.

  I nuzzled my nose deep into her hair, until my lips found her neck. I kissed her softly, as she wriggled sleepily in my arms.

  I pulled her tightly into me and playfully bit her neck.

  She moaned as though my actions had helped to set the mood for her.

  Now awake, she spun around in my arms and gazed at me. Looking into her eyes, I was taken back by just how gorgeous she was.

  I realized at that moment, that for as many times as I had woken up next to her, I hadn’t actually looked at her in quite a long time. I had seen her, but I hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the beauty that lay next to me every night and that I had the pleasure of waking up to every morning.

  “What?” She asked me, when I apparently stared too long.

  “You’re so beautiful…” I exclaimed, but before I could even finish the end of my compliment, her lips were pressed against mine.

  I kissed her back, yet as soon as I did, she pulled back from me.

  “And you, are the most handsome man I have ever seen,” she exclaimed, commandeering my lips again.

  This time, it was Flora who deepened the kiss, while at the same time, she eased over and thrust herself on top of me.

  I watched as a waterfall of hair fell all around me and Flora’s sweet scent consumed me. We were still naked from the night before, having slept well in that freeing form, so it was easy for her to coax my already charged member up to a statute that was acceptable.

  As she pressed down on me, I could feel that her arousal had already taken hold of her too and as her womanly sheath curved around my manhood, my hands wandered up and down the curves of her exquisite bodice.

  I knew that Flora wanted to take the lead again and I let her; this time, content to be along for the ride, since it was an interesting experience, having her act in such a manner.

  With each thrust, I felt her move closer and closer to having me insert myself inside her and each time I felt my manhood get closer to the goal, my heart pounded faster.

  Finally, with one final thrust, Flora eased my manhood inside of her and started to rock back and forth, allowing its consumption to be well-rewarded with a flood of emotions, coursing through my body, quickly bringing it to the precipice of enlightenment.

  However, even though Flora didn’t brake pace, she was able to keep me from losing control, until she thought it was the right time.

  I felt her body quake around me and I knew that she was focused entirely on making us both explode. When she got herself close, I knew by the way she hastily heightened her pace, allowing us both to reach the height of our orgasms simultaneously.

  Once we were finished, I found that all the energy I had woken up with was completely expunged.

  “Wow…” I exclaimed as I rolled over, still feeling my heart racing in my chest.

  I couldn’t believe how amazing that was and how completely invigorated I felt.

  “Yeah…” Flora insisted as her hand reached for mine, grabbing it and putting it over her heart, allowing me to feel that our rapid pulses nearly matched in their intensity. “That was incredible.”

  I chuckled, feeling proud of myself, though I wasn’t quite sure why, since she was the one who had completely taken the lead.

  However, this time, I couldn’t say that I cared all that much. She had done what needed to be done and we had both been completely satisfied. I could tell that she was happy from the grin that she wore and the bead of sweat that dotted across her forehead from the exertion of her dominance.

  With her free hand, she swiped it away, leaving a few of her hairs stuck to her forehead.

  Yet, this only made me feel even more pleased with her.

  As we laid there in silence, I thought about everything that I wanted to say to her and how I was so thankful that she was mine.

  I hoped that she understood how truly thankful I was to have her in my life and as my life, because I knew that she was far too good for me.

  I didn’t know how I got her, but I was going to do absolutely everything in my power to keep her happy and satisfied.

  “I love you,” I told her, when my emotions started to well up. I wanted to say so much more, but I wasn’t one to usually know the right words to say, so instead, I just went with what came out naturally.

  “I love you too,” Flora replied, turning toward me slightly.

  I thought for a moment, thinking that this would be a good time to talk about a change I had mulled around in my mind for a while. Since the two of us were doing different things and in the spirit of our newfound honesty, I wanted to approach a subject that I wasn’t quite sure about, but I wanted Flora’s opinion nonetheless.

  “Flora, I have a confession to make,” I finally insisted, feeling my heartrate start to pound faster, again, but this time for a far different reason.

  “Okay,” Flora answered in a silly tone, “I don’t know if I’m quite the person you should be confessing too, but okay.”

  “It’s not bad…or anything that I did wrong. It has nothing to do with being unfaithful, or anything like that,” I answered, feeling pulse start to pound as I wondered whether or not I should even say it. “It’s actually the opposite…I guess…It’s more something that I’ve been thinking about.”

  “Alright,” she replied, a little more serious now, knowing that I wasn’t joking around. “Do I want to know where this is going?”

  “I think so. I hope so,” I replied, before drawing in a deep, calming breath. “This is a big deal for me, because it’s…unconventional. I…I want to spend more time at home.”

  Flora stared at me with honest confusion. She waited for me to continue, without saying a word.

  “I know you want a family and I do too. I also know that you make far more money that I do. You’re better at working in the corporate world than I would ever be. I also want to have more time to spend with you and if we really only had to work around your schedule, I think that might be easier.”

  Flora nodded, “So, what are you saying? You want to be…a stay at home husband?”

  “Yes,” I replied and quickly continued, “I mean, I love to cook, I’m not terrible with cleaning and you’re better at being the breadwinner than I am anyway. It would take some pressure off you, at least from the home aspect of things and it will help you to focus on your career.”

  “Won’t you get tired of being home? I mean, I think that would be boring as hell.”

  “You do, but I don’t. I thi
nk it would be great!”

  “What about everything you’ve worked toward?” She asked sincerely.

  “Well,” I thought about it, but my eyes dropped as I realized exactly how little I had accomplished in my career. “Trust me, you are far more successful than I will ever be. You know what you’re doing and if I miss it, I can consult.”

  “Consulting brings in a good source of income,” she agreed.

  “Okay, you aren’t really saying anything,” I replied, starting to get worried, considering she hadn’t voiced an opinion. “I thought that when kids came, if I was already established, you could get back to work whenever you’re able and I would stay home.”

  “You’re gonna be a Mr. Mom?” She asked, but it wasn’t in a condescending way. In fact, her eyes sparkled when she said it, as though she was seriously considering it. “I mean, I think we would have to focus on buying a smaller house. With only one income…we’d have to set our sights on something affordable and quaint, but we would certainly be forging our own path.”

  “Hey, a smaller house is fine with me. It’s less to keep clean.”

  At this, Flora laughed, “Wow, you’re starting to sound like a housewife already.”

  “Do you think it’s a dumb idea? Are you angry? What do you think about it?”

  “Honestly, I’ve never thought about it before,” she replied seriously, though her mind was obviously still working out the details. “I was always so deadest against anyone making me take this route, I never even thought that it might be something that someone would want to do,” she thought aloud.

  “I figure, if I take the housework and eventually daycare off your mind, we would have more time together, we would only have to work around your schedule, and it would give us both time to do everything we want to do in an affordable manner. This way, we won’t have to wait for a house, or to start a family.”

  Flora grew quiet again and I wondered what she was thinking. After all, she still hadn’t answered my question and I was wondering whether she was trying to find a good way to talk me out of it, or if she was simply trying to ensure all her questions were answered before voicing her opinion.