Ask for pleasure

Maelie entered the room and was immediately awestruck by the metallic-themed majesty, complete with a king-size bed adorned with white sheets, beautiful white pendant lamps emitting a golden hue, a fireplace, a large TV, a long and wide sofa so comfortable for sleeping, a massage chair, and many other amenities.

Her gaze shifted to Erland sitting at the piano, playing Lord Huron's song "The Night We Met," accompanied by the original music, making it sound even more beautiful and melancholic.

"Erland..."

Erland immediately stopped playing the piano, his gaze empty, but he could feel Maelie approaching him.

"You should keep talking to her... If you truly just want to choose me, then leave her in a good way... At least it won't hurt her too much," Maelie said anxiously as if understanding that Erland was angry.

"When I don't want to talk to her, then don't force me," Erland replied without turning.

Maelie sighed, then placed Erland's phone on the piano keyboard and sat next to him.

"This is the first time I've seen you play the piano. What other things and talents are you hiding from me?" she asked.

"I can play the guitar, but I prefer playing the piano and harmonica," Erland answered, still not looking at Maelie. "As long as I am her husband, I still feel lonely, not feeling happiness, I will just sit and contemplate while playing the harmonica... But she doesn't like it. She would take it away and hide it... Then tease me... She thinks I would be happy with our intimacy, when in fact I do it because I don't want to disappoint her... I feel completely pressured and more trapped," he continued with a sad look, remembering every moment with Tiffany.

"Then what do you feel when you're with me?" Maelie asked.

Erland immediately turned to her. "Of course, I'm happy. Your simplicity and innocence truly steal my heart. You behave so naturally, never tempting me... In my eyes, you are a very respectable woman," he said.

Maelie smiled faintly. "You're just teasing me now."

"No... I'm not teasing you but I'm telling the truth."

"Then have you ever teased her praised her beauty, or admired her body when you were intimate?" Maelie asked, looking at Erland's body while imagining him with Tiffany.

Erland immediately stood up. "I don't like that question."

"I just want to know..."

"And after I tell you, you'll be angry!" Erland exclaimed with a frustrated look at Maelie. "Please... I just want to be here with you if I can. Living life with you forever is my mission... So please don't keep talking about her. Don't make me feel imprisoned again. I really..." he couldn't continue his sentence, as if finding it difficult to express his feelings.

Erland moved to the bed and sat there, immediately taking off his shoes and throwing them in any direction.

"I'd rather sleep than constantly be asked about her," he said with annoyance.

Maelie frowned. 'why is he the one angry now?'

Erland fell silent, staring at the ceiling, which was a brownish-white color, unable to sleep. The man couldn't divert his attention to his wife who was just silent near the piano as if uninterested in doing anything.

"Do you want to eat or do something?" he asked.

Maelie just stayed silent.

"Oh come on..." Erland immediately sat up. "I don't want us to keep arguing... Can't we be like before? Just pretend that you belong to me only and I don't have another wife..."

"How can I pretend everything is like before?" Maelie asked as she stood up and approached Erland. "I can't stop thinking about your first wife... Thoughts of her keep blowing in my mind... I think she's crying, or raging, or just silently enduring pain because of your attitude. I don't want to be prioritized over the suffering of another woman..."

"Okay... Okay..." Erland stood halfway and pulled Maelie to sit in front of him. "Now tell me, what should I do? What do you want from me?" He asked patiently.

Maelie swallowed her saliva as if gathering the courage to answer.

"Tell me, I'll do anything you ask except leave you," Erland requested.

"Meet her as soon as possible," Maelie asked anxiously. "Tell her that you really can't be with her anymore but never say that your reason is because of me. I don't mean to rush to have you completely... But I think sooner is better before she feels even more hurt," she continued awkwardly.

"I'm asking this not because I feel more attractive than her... It's just like what you said that you will decide to be with me forever. So... I want you to start it soon... I mean... Respectfully leave her," she said again.

"I will do it," Erland replied calmly.

"Now..."

"Now?"

"You have to go back to New York now... Meet her," Maelie explained hesitantly, as if reluctant to let Erland meet Tiffany. "Finish everything then you can come back... I promise I won't be angry anymore if you're willing," she continued.

Erland averted his gaze.

"Can't you do that to me?" Maelie asked.

"I will," Erland answered then touched Maelie's shoulder, looking into her eyes intensely. "But can we have some fun before I go?" he asked.

"Have fun?" Maelie furrowed her brows.

"I want you... It's been too long since we did it," Erland moved to caress Maelie's cheek, then descended to her hair, then stroked her slender neck. "Understand... When I'm with her, we don't make love... I can truly find satisfaction just with you." He pleaded, then leaned down, kissing her neck.

Maelie closed her eyes, feeling the softness of Erland's tongue and lips sweeping her neck. Her body tensed, feeling the urge to refuse, but the pleasure and longing forced her to accept his touch.

"I love you so much," Erland whispered, looking back into Maelie's eyes.

Maelie immediately embraced his neck and kissed his lips aggressively. She closed her eyes, enjoying the softness of Erland's lips, even her body began to squirm as she felt the touch of his strong hands.

"Mmm..."

"I miss you," Erland whispered amidst the kiss, slowly pushing Maelie to lie down with his right hand supporting her neck while his left hand caressed her stomach still covered with a blue dress.

"Show me... Prove that you're mine!" Madeline whispered.

"I'm yours..."

Erland took a pillow for Maelie, then moved down and raised her shirt, revealing her flat and smooth stomach.

"My baby is here..." He gently kissed her stomach, while his right hand moved down to caress her thigh.

Maelie swallowed her saliva, feeling a tickling sensation on her stomach and thighs until arousal rose and reflexively opened her legs.

Erland continued to move down, then stood halfway and pulled down his black underwear until it came off and tossed it in any direction. He pulled his wife's leg and kissed her toe.

"I like your toe," he said with a smile.

"It smell bad, I haven't cleaned my nails for a few days," Maelie replied, chuckling, her sadness disappearing. She pulled her foot away but Erland held it. "Please..."

"I still like it even if it smells bad," Erland said, kissing Maelie's toe again. "I even like your whole body even though you haven't bathed for days."

"You're bragging!"

"No, I'm not..."

Maelie quickly sat up, pulling Erland back to lie on top of her so he leaned back.

"Don't talk too much!" she exclaimed.

Erland kissed her lips again while his hands undid the buttons and zipper of his pants, revealing his super-hard manhood.

"Wow... I miss your sword," Maelie whispered, looking down at Erland's manhood.

"It's yours... Only meant to enter you," Erland replied with a smile.

"Come in now..."

"Don't you want me to make you wet first?"

"I'm already wet..."