Rediscovering Love

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," calls Carlos, waking me up. I open my eyes and find a tray with my breakfast.
"Good morning," I reply, sitting up in bed. Carlos pours the coffee into the cup, while a mischievous smile is evident on his face. "Alright, tell me what you want."
"Nothing," says Carlos, pretending to be innocent.
"I know there's something in that devious mind of yours, so spill it," I retort, taking a sip of coffee.
"I've been thinking... how about Juan and I accompany you every day? After your speech therapy, he and I can go to the NGO, and then we all come back home together," Carlos suggests, excited.
"Are you afraid of being alone with him?" I ask.
"Yes, well, I love our son, but he... he is a handful," Carlos confesses.
"He takes after someone," I conclude, smiling. "Alright, but I can't be distracted taking care of him for you."
"Fair enough... but can you handle the messy diapers?" Carlos asks, receiving a death stare from me. "Love, he poops a lot. Seriously, I don't know where it all comes from."
"Just the messy diapers," I reply. I glance at the clock and realize I'm running late for the day's activities. "Now, go, I need to shower and get ready."
"I can help you if you'd like," Carlos suggests mischievously.
"Of course you can," I reply with a smile. "Go to Juan's room and get him ready so that we can leave on time."
"I was talking about a different kind of help," Carlos says.
"I know," I reply, heading to the bathroom.

***
Four days later...
The large clock in the entrance chimes ten times, indicating that it's ten o'clock at night. I shut down my computer in the office and double-check everything for tomorrow. I glance once again at the main hall before closing the massive doors of Villa Catalina, praying that tomorrow goes well and that the financier loves this place and what it represents as much as I do.
Thirty minutes later, I enter my house, which is strangely dark. It seems that my husband and son have already gone to bed. I walk into the living room and find candles forming a heart shape on the carpet, with Carlos in the middle wearing a black tuxedo and holding a red rose in his hands. The table, also adorned with candles, is set for a complete dinner for two.
"Welcome home," says Carlos, approaching and handing me the flower.
"Thank you," I reply, smelling the most fragrant rose I have ever received. "Where's Juan?"
"Sleeping, and the best part is, he's dressed," Carlos informs me, smiling.
"Congratulations, you managed to take care of our son," I say, returning the smile. I walk towards the table, admiring the care he took. "Looks amazing."
"Allow me, madam," says Carlos, pulling out my chair. I sit down, and he gently touches my shoulders before pouring a glass of wine for me. "To help you relax."
"Thank you," I reply, taking the glass. "I propose a toast, then: to you, who survived all of Juan's diapers."
"A toast to our family," Carlos says, clinking his glass with mine. "Thanks to you, it's perfect. I feel honored to be a part of it."
We have dinner and then move to the couch to finish the bottle of wine while catching up on his business, the NGO, what Juan did to him—basically, everything. After a bottle of wine, I notice how sexy my husband looks in his tuxedo. He approaches, allowing me to feel his cologne, how I missed that scent. Carlos starts kissing my neck, while his hands explore my hair, my shoulders, and my arms... his hands slip inside my blouse, finding my swollen breasts yearning for his touch.
"Carlos..." I whisper. Then, with great effort, I manage to push my husband away. I look at Carlos, who appears confused. "It's better if we go to bed. Goodnight."
I get up, adjust myself, and walk towards my room when I feel my arm being pulled, and my body being pushed against the wall. Carlos raises my arms above my head and holds my wrists with one hand while the other explores my body.
"No," Carlos says in a husky voice. He captures my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His kiss is long, intense, and deep, and ends with a gentle bite on my lip. "I'm going to sleep in my room, with my wife. Well, not sleep, I'm going to spend the night awake, loving my woman. Starting right now."
He lifts my leg onto his hip and slides his hand beneath my long navy blue skirt, discovering that I'm not wearing any underwear, which makes him smile. He kisses me, releasing my arms as he moves towards his pants, undoing his belt. I help my husband remove my blouse. While he sucks on my breasts, I finish unbuttoning his pants and explore his underwear, seeking his arousal. I find him erect and ready to fulfill our desire. Carlos lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he penetrates me with fervor. He hides his face in my hair while thrusting harder, holding onto the back of my thighs and pulling them against his hips. The back-and-forth motion drives me crazy, and ecstasy begins to course through my body. I bite his ear, urging him to pull me faster towards him.
"You're driving me crazy," I whisper.
"I haven't even started," Carlos claims, staring at me. He kisses me again, then lifts and carries me to our bedroom.
As soon as we enter the room, my husband places me on the bed and moves his body over mine, entering and withdrawing while holding my folded legs. I moan with pleasure and scratch his back, biting his shoulder. Carlos then kneels and leans my back, gripping my waist firmly as he penetrates deeper. I moan with pleasure, but Carlos seems to want more, so he begins to explore my clitoris.
"Yes, Carlos, yes!!!" I scream, begging for more, and he fulfills my desire. His body begins to tremble, showing that he's nearing climax.
Gradually, our bodies synchronize, and we orgasm in a frenzy, then collapse onto the bed. Carlos lies next to me, kissing me, and then he starts kissing my body slowly, making his way to my groin.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask, panting, looking at my husband curiously.
"Keeping my promise," he responds, giving a gentle kiss to my clitoris. "We'll spend the night awake."
Carlos then delves between my thighs, starting to fulfill his promise.