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October 12, 2017
Theresa slowly lifted her head from its bent position over the seemingly never ending stack of papers. 6:30, she thought, I really should spend time with Philip. I haven’t gotten to sit and have a real conversation with him for days. And she was right. The most she had spoken lately was ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ with chaste kisses afterwards. Gosh, she couldn’t remember the last time she even felt up to sex. Between the infighting and calls for her resignation, she just wanted to sleep when she crawled in bed. She felt bad for the lack of intimacy with her husband. That part of their marriage had never suffered; they had always found time for each other.
She remembered once when she was Home Secretary, and it had been her birthday. Philip brought her lunch, and it ended with her pinned against her office door with her legs wrapped around his waist, biting his shoulder to muffle the moans she was letting out. Theresa came out of the memory and pushed back from her desk, deciding her husband was more important than paperwork. She couldn’t help but grin as thoughts of what she was going to get up to with her husband crossed her mind. She felt it slowly fade as she exited her office.
Philip was standing and talking with one of her aides, Sara, a petite brunette with a figure to kill for who was in her mid-twenties. They were laughing at something, failing to notice Theresa was standing there. Sara tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before reaching up and straightening Philip’s tie. She leaned in and said something that made him guffaw. Theresa felt her hear seize at the sight, and she cleared her throat, feeling jealousy rise in her. Philip looked up, eyes twinkling as he made his way to her. He pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. Theresa gave a tight smile.
“Well, Mr., Mrs. May, have a good night!” Sara called as she sashayed down the hall, disappearing into one of the many offices.
“I was just about to come see if you wanted to come up,” Philip said as he ran the hand that was at the small of her back lower.
Theresa, still feeling the tightness of the green-eyed monster, gave him a mischievous smile, “More than happy to.”
They made it to their flat at 11 Downing Street with Theresa having to stop her husband’s wandering hands more than once. She had been surprised when she rounded the corner to see the dining room table set, “You did all of this?”
”I thought you would be tired. So, I ordered from Francesca’s,” he said leading her to her seat and holding it for her. He gave her a kiss on the temple, “I know how much you love their fettuccine.” Theresa, still shocked, slowly sat. She was even more surprised when her husband sat beside her instead of across.
”This means so much, Darling. Thank you,” she said as she took a sip of her wine.
Philip leaned over, nuzzling her neck, “Anything for you, Princess.”
He was sat to the left of her, and he let his right hand rest on her upper left thigh, rubbing up and down. Theresa could feel the goosebumps start raising as they began eating. They talked and joked and laughed. It felt like normal again, and Philip couldn’t keep his hands off of her. She was more than happy to be the recipient of her husband’s desire, but she couldn’t shake the picture of him and Sara from her mind.
You’re being irrational, she thought. But this nagging little voice in the back of her head kept saying, ‘Are you? Could you blame him?’
She was brought out of her thoughts as Philip started clearing the dishes. He picked up her plate while asking, “Do you want me to run you a bath or...?”
”No. I’ll do it, but thank you for asking,” she said before leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss. Theresa broke it, beaming at her husband. She watched as he went to the kitchen, grinning like an idiot. She headed to the bedroom, pulling various articles of clothing off as she went and kicking her shoes off when she passed their closet. By the time she reached the bathroom, she was in nothing but her underwear. She let out a small gasp when she saw a basket full of her favorite bath salts, soaps, and oils.
Philip, how could I ever doubt you?
She filled the tub, making sure the temperature was just right, before adding a generous amount of lavender oil. She was going to make sure this night was special for her husband after everything he had done. So, she took her time bathing and shaving and putting on the lotion he said he liked so much and attempting to not style her hair as she dried it because she knew he loves to run his hands through it. She even put on the silky dark purple babydoll nightie he bought her for her birthday last year, hiding it underneath her normal robe.
Emerging from the the bedroom, she found her husband sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. “No, the hotel is booked. I’m so glad she hasn’t found out yet. She almost caught us in the hallway earlier...I know. I just really want this weekend to go well,” he said. Theresa covered her mouth with her hand to keep any sound from coming out as he went on, “She’s in the bath right now...mmhm. I’m so happy you thought this up, Sara.” Theresa felt tears welling up, “Well, goodnight...bye.”
Theresa couldn’t believe it. Thirty-seven years wasted on some...girl. If this was about sex, then Theresa would prove to him that she could be so much better than what he expected from Sara. She walked up behind her husband, sliding her hands over his shoulders and under his shirt. He had taken his jacket, tie, and shoes off while she was in the bath.
Theresa leaned down and started kissing his neck. “Why don’t you follow me to the bedroom?” She asked as she walked back towards the door to their room before she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder, dropping her robe. She heard the groan from her husband and she stepped over the threshold onto soft carpet. She took a deep breath as she tried to push the thought of her husband’s infidelity out of her mind. She refused to lose him to some...slut just because she hadn’t been there to spread her legs recently. She felt Philip wrap his arms around her waist as he started kissing the back of her neck. She sighed, Maybe it’s not what I think it is. But there was that voice again, ‘Maybe it is.’
Philip turned her around and placed his hands on either side of her face, “I love you so much, Theresa Mary May. So much.” He brought her lips to his and pried open her mouth with his tongue. He had maneuvered them so that he was sitting on the end of the bed with her straddling him. He ran his hands up and down her back before letting them rest on her behind. Theresa pulled back from the kiss, smiling triumphantly as she held up his shirt, leaving him bare chested.
“Stand up,” she said as she slipped off his lap. When he did, she immediately removed his belt before yanking his pants and boxers down. Philip kicked them off before Theresa pushed him to sit back on the bed, kneeling between his open thighs. Philip looked down at his wife, amazed that after all this time she would still willingly do this. He knew many male friends whose wives would hardly even touch them. He let his hand run through her hair as she stroked him. She let her left hand settle at his base before licking the underside of his erection.
“God, Theresa,” he moaned out. She took the tip of him in her mouth before swirling her tongue around it. She felt his hand grasp the back of her head tighter as she started bobbing it up and down.
I know my husband. I know what he likes, and I’m going to make him forget whatever expectations he has for that bitch.
She sped up, using her left hand to rub what she couldn’t take in. Philip’s hips were bucking off of the bed when she felt him grab her shoulders and pull her on the bed. “I want you, Theresa.”
Theresa nodded as her husband pulled the scrap of silk over her head, leaving her in nothing but the matching underwear. He pushed her onto the bed as he crawled over her, placing his hand on her center, rubbing her through the fabric. “Philip,” she gasped.
Philip pulled the underwear down, discarding them on the floor. He placed himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes for permission. When she nodded, he pushed in and groaned. Theresa wrapped her arms around his waist as they started the familiar act. He started kissing her neck again, kissing his way up to her ear. “So, Princess, glad I came and got you?” He whispered.
Theresa went cold, her mind conjuring up images of him and Sara together in some hotel room. She could see it. Them together in bed, doing this. Philip whispering things in her ear the way he did to Theresa, asking if she liked it or saying how beautiful she was or God forbid, saying ‘I love you.’ Theresa pushed her husband off of her, rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.
“Are you okay?” Philip asked, running in and kneeling beside her. He started rubbing her back in circles.
Theresa couldn’t bring herself to look at him. The fear of crying took over her so she nodded her head, eyes tightly closed, “Maybe some water would help?”
”Of course,” he said, hurrying to the kitchen.
Theresa reached over and grabbed the oversized shirt she usually slept in off the shelf by the shower and pulled it on. She dragged herself up and to the dresser for a pair of underwear before slipping in bed.
Philip entered, still naked as the day he was born, and saw his wife propped against the headboard. “Here is your water,” he said placing it on her bedside table. She took a sip before leaning her head back. “Is it your sugar?”
”No. I’m just exhausted. I might be getting a stomach bug. One has been going around,” she lied.
”That doesn’t sound good,” he said as he pulled on a pair of boxers, about to get back in bed when Theresa stopped him.
“Would...would you sleep in the spare room? I don’t want you to catch this,” she asked. She didn’t think the pictures of him cheating would leave her mind anytime soon, and the hurt and anger wasn’t fading either. She wanted as much space between them as possible.
Philip looked up, hurt and confusion in his eyes, “I think we’re probably passed that point.”
”Maybe. Please?”
Philip couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. She always wanted him near her when she was sick. “If that’s what you want.”
”Thank you.”
”Alright,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead.
Philip was confused as he laid in the unfamiliar bed across the hall from his wife. And Theresa was silently crying. She pulled his pillow to her chest as she quietly prayed, “God, don't let it be true. Please don’t let it be true.”