My son's wife

Chapter 27: An Unexpected Visit

The soft evening light spilled through the curtains as Eliana and Chris enjoyed a quiet moment together on the couch. Chris's arm was wrapped protectively around her, their fingers intertwined, as they shared whispered secrets and tender kisses. The world outside seemed to fade into the background, and for a brief, blissful moment, it was just the two of them.

However, their peaceful interlude was suddenly disrupted when the doorbell rang, shattering the intimate cocoon they had built around themselves. Eliana's heart raced as she quickly disentangled herself from Chris's embrace and rose to her feet. She shot him a quick, knowing look, silently communicating that he needed to hide. Chris nodded in understanding and slipped away with practiced ease, leaving Eliana alone to face the unexpected guest.

With a deep breath to steady herself, Eliana opened the door, her expression a carefully crafted mask of cheerfulness despite the storm of emotions that swirled within her. She had grown accustomed to these unannounced visits from Amy, Chris's wife, but they never ceased to catch her off guard.

"Hi, Amy," Eliana greeted, her voice tinged with a forced cheerfulness. "What brings you here?"

Amy's eyes lit up at the sight of Eliana, and she beamed warmly. "Oh, Eliana, it's been too long! I just missed Chris so much. I had to come see him."

As the evening wore on, Amy's chatter became increasingly focused on Chris. She talked endlessly about how much she longed for her husband, regaling Eliana with stories of their time apart and the many ways in which she missed him. Eliana struggled to maintain her composure, her patience slowly wearing thin.

Hours passed, and Amy showed no sign of leaving. Eliana's attempts to steer the conversation in other directions were in vain, as Amy always managed to loop it back to her beloved husband. It was a relentless, one-sided discussion that threatened to overwhelm Eliana.

Every hour, as Amy became engrossed in recounting her longing for Chris, Eliana discreetly excused herself, feigning the need to use the bathroom. Unbeknownst to Amy, these brief respites were moments of stolen passion. Each time she left, she made her way to their shared bedroom, where Chris awaited her, hidden away from prying eyes.

In those stolen moments, their kisses were fervent, fueled by the longing they had kept at bay in each other's presence. They held each other tightly, their lips dancing with a hunger that could only be sated in private. Ten minutes of stolen passion, their fingers tracing every inch of each other's skin, the taste of each other's lips like a forbidden elixir.

They yearned for more, their desire growing with each stolen kiss, but the risk of discovery loomed large. Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other, their chests heaving with unspoken longing, just in time for Eliana's return to the living room.

Eliana rejoined her guest, doing her best to hide the passion that still smoldered within her. Amy continued to talk about her husband, unaware of the intimate moments that had just transpired between him and Eliana.

As the night wore on, Eliana found herself yearning for the privacy of their secret relationship. Her heart ached, and her thoughts drifted to the room where Chris awaited her. Amy's incessant talk about how much she missed her husband became a relentless reminder of their clandestine desires.

Despite the challenge of maintaining their secret, Chris and Eliana were determined to protect their love at all costs. Their stolen moments, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, became their lifeline, a testament to the depth of their passion and their unyielding commitment to each other.