Stacie placed the last plate on the table as the downstairs buzzer sounded through the phone.
"Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Hi Stace, it's me," a deep male voice said, triggering a flood of heat through her body.
"Come on in, Logan," Stacie said, pushing the button on the phone to let him in. Stacie hurried through the kitchen and living room to the door. She got there just as there was a knock. She unlocked the door and opened it, revealing her lover of two years.
"Wow, Stacie," Logan said, when she opened the door. "You look gorgeous." Stacie was dressed in a navy blue halter-style dress that rested just above her knees, accentuating her long legs. Logan loved the way they felt wrapped around him as he drove himself deep inside her, pushing them both over the edge. Her long curly brown hair hung loose. Logan groaned silently as he thought about how he loved the way it felt in his hands when he gently pulled it while making love to her doggy-style and how it felt against his skin as she kissed her way down his body before taking him in her mouth. He felt himself harden at the image. He forced his gaze back to her face. As usual, Stacie wore no makeup, which was fine by him because he thought she was beautiful without it. On her feet was a pair of low-heeled pumps.
Stacie stood back and let Logan enter the apartment.
"You look pretty good yourself," she said sexily as she closed and locked the door. She loved the way he looked tonight: dressed in a pair of black jeans and a green pullover. The jeans fit Logan like a glove; hugging his ass and making his long, powerful legs seem even longer. His brown wavy hair looked so touchable. Stacie loved to run her fingers through his hair as Logan placed sexy kisses on her body.
In one hand was a bouquet of red and white carnations, her favourite flowers, and in the other was a bottle of red wine.
Logan held his arms open and Stacie stepped into his embrace. As her arms went around him, their lips met in a soft kiss that hinted at what was still to come.
"These are for you," Logan said, offering her the flowers. "Happy anniversary."
"Thank you, they're gorgeous," Stacie said, smiling. They headed into the kitchen. Stacie put the flowers in a vase and added water to it while Logan opened the wine. He handed her a glass and picked up his own. She thanked him and took a sip.
"What can I do to help with dinner?" he asked, placing his glass on the table.
"You can put the salad on the table," Stacie replied as she turned off the oven. Putting on an oven mitt, she removed a pan of lasagna. Logan carried the tossed salad to the table as Stacie placed the lasagna on their plates. Logan held Stacie's chair for her as she sat down.
"Thanks," she said, looking up at him. Logan leaned down and kissed her quickly.
"You're welcome," he said, sitting down.
After dinner Stacie cleared the table while Logan went into the living room to turn on the stereo and electric fireplace. Stacie carried her wineglass into the living room when she was finished in the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and watched Logan for a few minutes. She remembered the first time they met:
Stacie had been 26 and had just started her job as an interpreter at the hospital. She was fluent in French, Spanish and American Sign Language (ASL). Logan was a 35-year-old physiotherapist. One day he'd needed an interpreter for a young boy who spoke only French and Stacie was the interpreter on call that day. After the boy's physiotherapy session, Stacie and Logan had begun talking and she soon found herself enthralled by the handsome physiotherapist. They quickly established a friendship, often going for coffee together or grabbing lunch in the cafeteria. After a while, though, her feelings of friendship towards Logan turned into a full-fledged crush. The chemistry and physical attraction between them was mutual and undeniable. The only problem was that he was married.
As Stacie watched Logan going through the CD's in the living room, she recalled the night they became lovers:
One of the physiotherapists had needed an ASL interpreter for a conference and she'd asked Stacie to go as her interpreter. Stacie had agreed, not knowing that Logan would also be there. The second night of the conference, they'd all had dinner together and Stacie had excused herself early. Being around Logan was hard for her, knowing she wanted him so badly but could never have him. Logan offered to walk her to her room and rather than explain why she'd wanted to leave dinner early, she agreed to let him walk her upstairs. When they got to her door, she'd unlocked it and turned to say goodnight only to find Logan's mouth descending towards hers. She thought about pushing him away but all common sense fled the second his lips touched hers. All she could think about was that he was finally kissing her. As his tongue entered her mouth, she opened her door and pulled him inside with her. As soon as they were inside her room, he backed her against the door and her arms went around his neck. Soon she was struggling with the belt and zipper of his pants and he was hitching her skirt up around her waist and wrenching her panty hose and panties down. He grabbed her leg and put it on his hip, entering her with a powerful thrust. They'd had hot passionate sex against her hotel room door. It didn't take them both long to cum. Afterwards, Logan had picked her up and carried her to the bed where they'd taken their time undressing one another. They'd spent the rest of the night learning each other's bodies and responses. In the morning both of them had felt awkward and somewhat guilty but they both knew that their affair would continue.
Stacie knew that she was in love with Logan but she also knew that he was in love with his wife. They'd spent every night of the weeklong conference together. When they got back home, their affair continued via computerized instant messages. During the messaging sessions, they often engaged in virtual sex. Whenever his wife was out of town, he would spend part of a Saturday or Sunday with Stacie and they'd make love. At the hospital they still had lunch together every once in a while.
Six months ago Stacie had confessed her true feelings to Logan. They'd made love and in the heat of the moment, Stacie had blurted out, "I love you," to him. He'd told her that he had figured out that she was in love with him and that he was okay with her saying it. A few nights ago during an IM conversation, Stacie had asked Logan if he'd ever wanted to say the words to her and he had admitted that he had but that it would be crossing the line with his wife. He'd apologized to Stacie and said that it probably didn't make much sense. She told him she understood completely.
