That evening, the same group of people as Tuesday gathered, this time to watch the movie ‘The Matrix’. Simon snuggled up against Annerieke on the couch, put his arm around her shoulders and let his fingers play with her curls. She enjoyed it, that simple gesture.

Huib told very roughly what the film would be about: about Neo, who consciously chooses to step out of the system of the world known to him into the unknown of the real world. Then Huib clicked on the Play triangle and started the film. Everyone waited...

The movie was heavy, harder to grasp than the previous one, and most of all more thrilling. There were quick flashes and a lot of unfamiliar situations that the viewers had to deal with. Still, everyone remained watching attentive and fascinated.

Afterwards, it turned out, everyone had caught the basic idea. In the conversations, they shared all kinds of things that had struck them, that they had liked, or that they had not understood. While talking they helped each other on their way. Huib was surprised that he did not have to give any explanation himself. He mingled between the guests and found it nice to hear here and there how the film had been received. These people had something to think about the coming days, to go deeper.

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Simon walked with Annerieke back towards her house.

"Are you coming in?" she invited him and held the door wide open for him.

Simon smiled, "I was hoping you would ask. Now that we've decided to move on together, saying goodbye has become harder."

"Just what I thought," Annerieke said. They didn't feel like drinking anymore, but they did feel like sitting against each other for a while and talking about the movie. The talking slowly turned into caressing, into stroking, kissing. And the fire, which was already burning nicely anyway, flared up further.

"Simon... Simon, I almost dare not ask..."

"Can I try to ask then?" asked Simon with a mischievous smile.

Annerieke looked at him questioningly: "What then?"

"Can I stay to sleep with you?"

Annerieke's mouth fell open in surprise.

Simon was startled: "Am I asking for too much? Am I going too fast? Yeah hey, it's way too fast, I'm not even giving you time to get used to me! Sorry Anne, I'll try to contain myself a little."

Annerieke shot up in laughter, had fun lights in her eyes, "Simon, shall I be perfectly honest with you? I had wanted to ask you the same thing, I mean, if you wanted to stay the night... That's why I was so surprised!"

Simon's full laugh echoed through the room. "You don't mean that! So it's not going too fast for you?"

"No honey, please don't go trying to hold back, just be honest with what you're feeling. I'll lock the doors for a moment, shall we go upstairs?"

A moment later they walked up the stairs. Annerieke noticed that she longed to be with Simon, but that she also felt a bit shy under it. She thought, and mentioned it, that she was used to taking a shower before going to sleep.

Simon liked that too, nice and fresh between the sheets. He took her in his arms and asked, "Are you going first? Then I'll wait for you here."

Annerieke looked at him thoughtfully. She was surprised at herself, that she would actually prefer to shower with Simon right away. But from his remark, she concluded that he wasn't ready for that yet.

She nodded to Simon: "Good, but... I always undress here, don't you find that annoying? I can undress in the bathroom too you know."

Simon pulled her against him and looked deep into her eyes, "I think I know something better, if it's okay with you.... I can help you undress."

Annerieke's eyebrows jumped up from pure surprise, "Are you serious? I think that's kind of exciting, but... yes, it seems great, just do it!"

Tears of emotion shot into Simon's eyes. As he whispered, "Anne, my dear Anne..." he stroked her back and then pulled off her sweater. "My beautiful Anne!" With trembling fingers he undid her jeans and slid them down. Annerieke stepped out of them. She felt like a young inexperienced woman, longing, but also tense, not knowing what was coming.

A thought shot through her, whether they were really not going too fast. And a thought about how Simon would experience it, because of his past with prostitutes. Or would he only see her, was he able to separate that from each other?

She noticed that, sitting on his crouch with her jeans beside him, he was looking at her. "Are you all right Anne? Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Yes, yes, I'm fine, just some voices in my head."

"Voices about yourself or about me?"

She blushed, "About you..."

Simon stood up, "About my past?"

"Yes, I was wondering what it did to you, if this with me was different for you than it was then with those other ladies..."

She lowered her head a little, it felt a little embarrassing that she was thinking about this, but she kept looking at him in the meantime.

"I can so imagine that, Anne, those are very understandable thoughts. When I thought about you during the past few hours, about loving you, physically... then those same thoughts came to me, and then I felt insecure, sometimes even anxious. But now, I am so happy Anne, the difference is so big, it is so different with you. Just because my heart goes out to you, and I've never experienced anything like that before."

He pulled her against him. She felt a shiver go through his body for a moment. He stroked her over the shirt she wore and placed his hands on her buttocks.

"If I do something you don't like, will you please tell me?" he asked her. "What I'm doing now with my hands, do you like that?" He caressed her buttocks. Annerieke put her head on his shoulder, kissed him under his ear, "Yeah, lovely!" and let him do it for a while. Then she pushed herself slightly away from him and began unbuttoning his blouse, looking at him. He let his hands rest on her hips and enjoyed the quietness with which she opened his blouse.

He let the blouse slide off his arms. Now it was Annerieke who took the initiative to embrace. She caressed his back, on his shirt, pulled his shirt loose from his pants and crawled under it with her hands.

So, step by step exploring and caressing each other, they went on, undressed each other, and stepped into the shower together. They lathered each other up and showered in a loving embrace.

Simon enjoyed the sight of his lovely wife, he enjoyed it so intensely, that he felt shame rising.

"Anne, I am gazing at you, but you are also so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. You know my past, but do you know that this feels like the first time in my life I'm seeing a naked woman? Your curves, your whole body, but especially your breasts... I hope you don't mind, but I could look at them for hours! So beautiful, not big, not small, but so delicate. May I?"

As Simon slowly moved his hands up her sides, Annerieke nodded. He continued, caressing the sides of her breasts and was surprised by how soft they were.

It flashed through him for a moment: with no prostitute had he paid attention to this, never had he felt this. He had been concerned only with his own gratification.

And now, now he wanted it totally different, he wanted to know Annerieke, completely, also physically, and he wanted to do everything to express his love to her and satisfy her.

Suddenly he looked up at her, "Crazy question, just comes to mind... Did you breastfeed Huib?"

Annerieke shot up in laughter at this totally unexpected question. "Yes, for almost two years in fact, he couldn't get away from it!"

"That naughty boy," Simon growled quasi-indignantly, "but I can't blame him, I hardly dare to go on, afraid I won't be able to get rid of it either!"

Slowly he slid his hands further, until they covered her areola. "Explore, just explore..." Annerieke encouraged him. He moved his hands caressingly over her breasts, over the soft bulges and over her nipples. He was surprised by the squirming response of her body. He went to her nipples with his thumbs and caressed them by circling them.

"Are these the causes of your squirming?" he asked her mischievously, very much aware that he actually knew nothing about the female body, knew nothing about what was pleasurable for a woman.

Annerieke gasped, not quite able to answer his question with words anymore, but nodded.

Simon felt a desire rise within him, to taste her breast, and especially her nipple, to caress it with his mouth. He found it hard to ask, and didn't dare to do it lightly. He began to kiss her neck, holding her by the sides of her breasts. His mouth found its way down between her breasts while kissing and licking. He noticed how she responded immediately, how she turned slightly so that his mouth landed on the bulge of her breast. He took it as an answer to the question he had not dared to ask and kissed her breast. He licked at her nipple which elicited a delighted "Oohhhh" from her.

He continued, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Her reaction was intense, throughout her body. She twitched and squirmed. He nibbled gently on her nipple, pulling on it for a moment with his lips.

"Simon, Simon, I'm about to cum, come inside me!"

Despite the fact that his penis was stiff, he had hardly been aware of the desire brewing inside him and what she was now awakening in him. But something inside him told him to wait a little longer.

"Just a little longer," he whispered. He caressed her breasts, concentrating on her nipples with his mouth and a thumb, almost bringing her to climax. That same ‘something’ suddenly called him back, to stop for a moment. He released her breasts, caressed her back, her side, her hips.

Annerieke moaned, "Why are you stopping? I was almost there! Don't you want to come inside me?"

"Oh yes I do, I'm definitely going to come in you soon, just wait. Anne dear, I am trying to follow that voice deep inside. I have never done what I have done so far. Everything is new, and so wonderful. I will continue to follow that voice and come into you when it is time."

He caressed her skin, then dropped to his knees and kissed her belly. She wriggled back and forth and forward against him like a snake. He kissed her pubic bone while with his one hand he stroked her leg from bottom to top, agonizingly slowly. When he was halfway up her thigh, he stood up again slightly, grabbed her breast with his other hand and began to caress her stiff nipple, stretched out with desire, again. At that moment he put his hand on her labia. She responded, writhing at his teasing at her nipple, and pushing with her pubic area against his hand, inviting him to come. But still he did not.

He ran his index finger over her labia, a few circles. She widened her legs a little more, in desperate desire for him to finally come. But still he did not.

He did let his index finger go inside her a little, feeling how soaking wet she was there. His finger took from the moisture forward, to the place where his inner voice was driving him. He really had no idea why, to what end... but found out immediately when he got to the front tip, her clitoris. She let out a shriek, called out his name and began to squirm more violently, to jerk, as she sought a hold in his hair, in his neck.

So this was it, this was how a woman could cum, so intense, so violently. He continued stroking her tip for a while longer, which had quickly responded by getting a little bigger.

He chuckled to himself, such tiny dots, her nipples and her clit, showing and feeling their desire in such a way, and which could evoke such violent reactions.

He let go of Annerieke's most sensitive spots, gave her a moment to unwind. He saw her looking at him with large, dark blurred eyes. He kissed her on her mouth, gently at first, but because of her fervent reaction, he kissed more fervently as well. Their tongues sought each other as she pushed against his hard-on with her lower body. Now it was his turn to moan, to groan because of the blazing fire she ignited with this. He decided to excite her again first, because somewhere deep inside he was sure, that they would both experience the most pleasure if he entered her at the moment she reached her climax. He massaged her breasts, kneaded them and unexpectedly grabbed both her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them and twisting them back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

Annerieke gasped, seemed almost to be in respiratory distress, and squirmed against him. The moment she tightened, he touched her clitoris with his index finger. He brought her to the top again at a rapid pace.

When she began to jerk, he pulled her lower body toward him, entered her a little bit, and moved back and forth as slowly as the desire of his penis would allow.

His sweet Anne, her jerking went on and on. He needed to hold her to keep her from falling.

She moaned with desire, "Come on now, Simon, come, come on, come on!"

Only at the moment when he himself was about to cum did he heed her call, thrust in and move violently fast back and forth. "Aaahhh!" she cried out startled, "Yes! Continue, oh yes!!!"

He screamed her name as he cummed in her with violent thrusts. She clung to him with both arms, pulling him against her as if she never wanted to let go.

To his surprise, she encouraged him when he wanted to pull his flaccid penis back out.

"One more time, keep going Simon, one more time, whip me up, you can do it!" She continued to pull him tightly against her, preventing him from freeing his penis. He kissed, stroked, massaged and squeezed wherever he could touch her and she became aroused for the third time, even more violently than the two previous times. What a woman, Simon thought to himself, what passion! His sweet Anne...

The more she became excited, shuddering and writhing, the more he felt his penis join in again. At the moment Annerieke surrendered for the third time, her body let go and she started shaking uncontrollably, he was ready again, and he thrust into her again forcefully, surprising her and himself with the ferocity and speed of his thrusts. They called out each other's names the moment they cummed shortly after each other.

Panting, Annerieke came to rest against Simon, while internally they were still attached to each other. She gently jerked after, sometimes deliberately against him. He felt her desire for him, and his penis answered with an unprecedented fire. What he had never expected happened a moment later: he became stiff again, and before he knew it, he began to move inside her again, quietly at first, but then faster and faster, and more violently. He longed for her to go along with it and began to passionately caress her, her breasts, and at the last moment her clitoris.

To climax together for the third time... could such a thing really exist? The sparks were flying and the exclamations seemed to be coming from all sides. Simon wasn't even aware anymore that half of the exclamations were coming from his own throat.

"That's enough now," he whispered as they came to rest entwined. "For now at least, I'm not twenty years old anymore," he said indignantly.

"Me neither, I think," Annerieke chuckled, "but what a wonderful thing this was! Simon, I love you, even more than before. Did you think so, that this would strengthen our love so much?"

"I didn't, after all this is completely new to me? But you, haven't you experienced this with Erik?" It felt strange for him to start talking about Erik at this point, but it didn't seem to bother Annerieke.

"Yes, in a way," she replied, trying to get her body out of the squirm. "In a way, yes, but still it's different with you. You're different, but I've changed myself, I notice. Before, I was kind of quiet, kind of temperate or something. And now, I seem like a fiery mare! And you're a fiery stallion! We're up to something!"

They laughed as they hugged each other again.

"Come," said Simon, "let's dry off and go to sleep. I don't think I'm the only one who's tired of this..."

"That’s true," Annerieke admitted.

In the bedroom, they both got into their underpants. Annerieke wanted to put on a shirt, as she was used to, but Simon stopped her, "Dear Anne, how would you like to sleep alone in your underpants?"

She smiled, "Never done it before, but I might like it. Let me try it out."

They got into bed and pulled the comforter over them.

"Funny, we were so intimate, and now this... this suddenly feels awkward... not in an bad way though, more like we're being naughty or something." Simon chuckled and Annerieke laughed along with him.

"I actually feel the same way," she replied, snuggling up against him.

Simon, with his arm around his sweetheart, enjoyed her soft body. He wondered if he would be able to sleep tonight.

A few minutes later, no one wondered that anymore. They were both, Annerieke in Simon's embrace, in a deep sleep.

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