Chapter 5: Resolution
Ann lay on their king-sized bed, basking in the afterglow of what had just unfolded. Her body, still flush against the embroidered silk sheets, felt as if every nerve ending had been set alight, a throbbing ember still burning somewhere in her core. Her muscles felt sated, heavier, like spun gold. Conscious thought gradually returned, the spectacle of the room slowly coming into focus.
John joined his wife in the bed, his weight shifting the mattress as he sat down.
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes half-lidded with contentment.
He brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her forehead. "Did they all treat you well?" he whispered, a faint tinge of concern in his voice.
She beamed, her cheeks flushed. "Better than ever before. They really stepped up their game this year," she teased.
John chuckled quietly before planting a soft kiss on her temple.
The celebration had been a tradition of sorts since they'd been married, with the stakes becoming more daring every year.
Ann and John lay tangled up in the sheets, bodies damp with the exertions and endorphins of their carnal workout.
"I wonder how the players will remember this moment," John murmured, drowsiness creeping into his voice.
A soft, almost giddy laugh made its way out of Ann's lips.
"Well, I doubt they'll forget such a *unique* reward anytime soon," she breathed, amusement still lingering in her voice. It was uncertain if her hushed words made it through her husband's sleep-laden ears, but it didn't matter anymore. Her mind took her on a journey through the night's memories, each filthy, spectacular moment replaying behind her eyelids.