"Jude, it was quite embarrassing to speak to her without a permission." Timothy scolded as he lisped each syllable as his chocolate eyes met her hazel eyes.

Her hazel eyes radiated desire and most of all salacity. Red lips pursued for his as she pout seductively to appear sexier though his scold just moments ago. Even an inch didn't divide their proximity. Jude's petite, smooth hands pawned his shoulders, her fingers faintly tickling his tuxedo jacket's fabric. He blushed though his retentions were almost wasted as he was unable to resist her indisputable attractiveness and provocative demeanor that drived him even more insane though it would be obnoxiously embarrassing if they make it out out of their hotel room or somewhere where almost a human doesn't dares to step in.

"...What I can do about it, sweetheart?" She moved out one of her hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek as her thumb kneaded his cheekbone, gazing at his eyes like she was playing dangerous games with him. Moreover, Jude's tone was approximately overbearing especially in inebriated condition that had invaded her body after boozing. 

"Ah, I can clearly see how retentions have loosened, Mrs.Howard." He mocked her as he clasped his mammoth, strong hand around her waist, steering her as they walked through the hallway to the elevator.

When they stood in front of the elevator's closed doors, Timothy pressed the button as the current's location of the elevator was 6th floor, diminishing the number of the floor while Jude bit her bottom lip flirtatiously as Timothy glimpsed at her to make sure if she's alright. 

As soon as the elevator's doors opened, a handful of people leaving it, the couple joined the desolated elevator, pressing the button for 4th button as Timothy's hand extended to press, whereas Jude pushed him against the wall, trapping him with her smaller figure, breathing in his face as his nostrils were attacked by her vodka's breath, thereafter capturing his lips into her ravishing red, whilst her both arms clasped around his shoulders greedily, a big, mighty arm wrapped around her slender waist. 

Their kisses grew even more passionate and savage as the elevator started passing upward every floor, entirely ignoring their surroundings until the elevator stopped abruptly as they established on the 4th floor as they broke off the kiss, in case to avoid awkward situations.

Once Timothy took the keys for their reserved room from his tuxedo jacket's pocket as they walked down the long corridor, searching for room 405, he unlocked their room as he let his wife to enter first in the room, whereas she kicked off her stilettos, collapsing on the king-sized bed, cackling uncontrollably. Meanwhile Timothy shutted the door, locking themselves as he kicked off his oxford shoes as she rose her body, sitting on the edge of the bed as she dragged him by his tuxedo jacket, starting undoing the buttons, throughout peeling off his tuxedo jacket as it glided down until contacting the carpeted floor.

His hands moved up to her dress, unzipping it whilst she unbuttoned each button, thereafter peeling the cotton shirt, tossing it on the floor as he wore his tuxedo bottoms and boxers as undergarments only. 

As soon as they were half naked, Timothy crawled to the bed as he trapped her with his weight, pinning her down as his hands poised him in a spider pose, bending his head as he pressed his lips on hers as her both hands worked on his belt unbuckling it as she abided in red lace lingerie as piece of garments that covered her almost bare body. 

Once she unbuckled his belt, she unzipped his trousers, pulling them down slowly, gallantly, tossing them on the floor as his knees rubbed against hers, unclasping her bra, therefore throwing it on the floor with the other attires. 

They wore nothing but their underpants as well as their kisses grew more aggressive and wild, their tongues starting to dance against one another as Judy's arms clasped around his back as her nails digged into his flesh as they glided smoothily down, leaving marks on his back, as a result of what's coming next. They deepened the kiss as she opened her mouth as he had a better access to bit her bottom lip, desperately groaning. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist as he flipped her as she was on top of his, sitting on his tight crotch as she rubbed, rided herself as he refrained from coming out earlier, whilst her dark eyes eagerly looked down at him with a greed smile on her lips, her hands travelling all over his toned torso, her soft honey hair bouncing as he held her hips.

"Ugh, fuck!" He emitted as he licked his lips, sensing the already burned alcohol in the corner of his mouth, almost tightly shut his eyes as seconds before he stared up at Jude's adrenalized face, admiring her grace, while her hands moved down to his boxers' waistband, pulling them slowly as it pelled his thighs until tossing them on the floor as his erected manhood spring up.

A smirk flashed on her face beyond insatiableness and eagerness as she grabbed his manhood in her hand as another one cupped, kneaded his balls, supervising his lightly tear stained face of indisputable pleasure, releasing inflammatorily moans and shutting tightly his eyes, almost incapable of refraining himself to utter another syllable and resist himself due to his inevitable condition. He grasped her hips, thereafter moving his hands to cup her full breasts, his thumbs rubbing her erected nipples. Jude leant as her lips yearned to taste his again as she pressed her lips on his, losing themselves in their kisses ad touches as Jude threw her head back, giving an access to Timothy to move his lips from hers to her neck, gliding through her milky skin as he began nibbing the sensitive skin of her neck as she released guttural passionate cries and groans.

In the interim, her thumb teased the tip of his member as her fingers grasped his length, whereas he planted kisses on her neck.

"Ooooh Fuck." He murmured inwardly, unable to control his language and tone.

"Don't come yet." Her core was already drenched as it rubbed against his hips, his skin sensing her hard clit that aroused them more.

He was incapable to even peel a word as he flipped her down as he was on top of her, cupping one of her round breast as she felt the warmth of his palm that brushed her erected nipple, whilst another hand cupping her cheek as her both hands were dangled around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, moments before starting to pump into her core as he admired gracefully every detail of her beauty and charm.

"You are so beautiful... so sexy, my love!" He exclaimed wildly as she giggled.

"Who's the handsomest priest I have ever seen? Ha?" She asked a rhetoric question in mocking way.

It wasn't needed an answer to her rhetoric question.  He positioned his member at her entrance as he moved up his hand to her hip, holding it tightly as he started grinding on her, thrusting his length into her slowly as their sultry cries floated in their hotel room, completely ignoring their surroundings as well. 

In the meantime, Jude's eyes were tightly closed as plenty of moans escaped the top of her lungs, besides panting, adjusting her breathing, as soon as, he increased frenzily his speed, feeling his stiffness fulfilling her core. He moved his hand from her breast to her neck as she tilted head as he had a better access to her bare neck, pecking sensual kisses and nibbing the skin of her neck as louder, steamy, violenty groans escaped her. His fingers tangled her bouncy long hair strands between his fingers.

*** 

The next morning...

14th of August, 1966

Ms.Volkova was outside with the children as she wore something a bit different than her maid outfit. She wore denim shorts that hugged her hips, a black floral T-shirt. Tristan and Ellie were sitting on her lap as she held them, sitting on the summer chair, looking down at their little precious faces, admiring their unique features. 

The sun was shining as the sunlight illuminated every span below, sun rays beaming the ground. 

The young maid had already drunk her morning coffee with two cigarettes after feeding Howards' children who liked her a lot and calling her "Nana" especially Tristan. He was the twin who liked his aunt Valerie because she spends the majority of her leisure time with them by supervising them, feeding them, playing together, talking and so forth. Moreover, around their "nana" they learnt bonus more basic words that apprended to their infant vocabulary.

All of a sudden, Ellie burst out crying as her blubber jingled Tristan and Valerie's ears as she commenced soothing the desperate Ellie.

"Mama and Dadda, where?" The little girl asked as she looked around her surroundings whilst Tristan abided quiet but he watched his upset older sister.

"Shu...shu, little lovely Ellie." The maid shushed as she rocked the both almost toddlers in her affectionate, secure arms. "Mama and Dadda are on trip. They will be back at home tonight." 

The little girl understood her aunt as her tiny arms reached for her head as her wee hands cupped her chin as much as she can reach the red-haired lady. In this time, the eldest twin calmed down as she stopped crying in her aunt's arms, comprehending and perceiving every word of her speech. A radiant, sweet smile loomed on the little Jude's face.

Ms.Volkova couldn't help, however, being extremely delighted to behold the children's smiles as she pinched playfully their noses, lightly chuckling.

"That's what I want to see on your faces. Not your pout faces." 

***

Birds' eloquent chirping songs floated in the wee hours of Sunday morning. 

Jude got a faint headache that tormented her head. Her still closed eyes resisted them from the bright sunlight that illuminated their spacious hotel room. She slightly stretched her body though she couldn't move almost any muscle of her body anymore until she realised she had nothing on herself, besides something else. She felt the warm sensation of an arm wrapped around her waist as she wanted to make sure who was actually though her almost dizzy memories from the last night with its graphic, explicit flashbacks. 

As she rubbed her eyes with her petite, smooth knuckles as soon as she opened them, emitting a glutaral yawn, her haze questions' were already found answered. She turned to the right, finding out her husband asleep, wearing an elvish smug smile across his lips as his pride gleamed under the projectors. 

She was relieved he wasn't awake yet as she had the opportunity to regain her memory to recall the events from the night before. All she remembers was she was tremendously pleased, emotionally and sexually woman. Fulfilling her adventorous aura during her trip with Timothy to Ireland even more romantic. 

"Ooooh Fuck." 

"Don't come yet." 

That's the first things that she successfully collected and recalled from last night's memories. Erotic moans and explicit language of Timothy's side. A smirk spread across her half red stained lips as she had some red lipstick around her chin and mouth. She looked around her surroundings, scrutinizing carefully as she inhaled deeply as soon as she started studying more detailed with her mildly blurry hazel eyes. She noted the the wrinkled bedsheets underneath her warm, pleased body. The pillows out of their initial location as they were jogged. Clothes and lingerie tossed on the floor as they laid like rag dolls. She was more than astonished, wondering what she can recall even more from the night beyond today. 

All of a sudden, she heard her husband moving as he yawned, rubbing his eyes, as a result of waking up after a hibernation that overtook his content, relaxed body.

"Morning, my love." She turned to face to him as her hazel eyes met his drowsy chocolate, offering him a smile.

"Morning, rare bird." He smiled to her. 

"Do you have seriously any memories from the night before?" Their booziness peaked as it escalated on much higher level with their blurry memories especially in Jude's case. 

"All I recall is I was very satisfied husband, feeling your soft skin underneath mine and tasting your alcoholic, but luscious mouth." He exclaimed as he recalled some prominent events from their inebriated, nonetheless special night after the party.

"Is that all you can remember?" She pat lightly his bare, muscular shoulder as she was deliriously grateful for receiving an answer to her question. 

"Well...you were a naughty wife and sexy beast."

"More?" Her smirk grew intensely more as she observed his slightly flushed face, admiring every fascinating feature of his. She insisted greedily for more details.

A hush loomed on the horizon as he didn't peel a word afterward, leaving her question unanswered yet as his another hand managed to cup her face, staring silently at one another's eyes with enormous desire, passion as always. He gave her a boyish, composed smile.

"Did we get caught by somebody else or complaining about our cries and moans?" She changed the question as she inquired didn't stop.

"No, no one did. The night was so mist and abysmal as a sea but we didn't care about our retentions at all, sweetheart."

Meanwhile, she took his face in her both hands, cupping his cheeks. Her smirk acquired more bighead form rather than a regular one.  

"What time is it now, sweetie?" She enquired naively.

"It's..." He looked out from her eyes as he glimpsed at the clock wall that hanged on the antique, regal patterned wall. "It's ten o'clock in the morning." 

She was beyond panicked to hear they woke up quite late, according to their worldview. 

"Oh." She sighed dramatically, dissatisfied. "I thought it was already twelve o'clock in the noon."

"Wrong!" He said ironically. "Honey, but can I tell you a secret?"

She just nod her head hat in head as he had the opportunity to share his secret with her.

"All I want is to keep the night before's intoxicated and lustful sex as a memory from our trip to Ireland, besides in my heart."

She couldn't help but sensing an immense pride overtaking her heart, her skin dotted goosebumps as she pressed her lips lightly on his.

"Do you know what, Timothy?" She asked as he awaited for her response in silence. "I want to keep it as a memory from our Ireland trip, besides our romantic experience. Because I have always wanted to get drunk with the love of my life and have brilliant sex once ever in my life."

"Me too." Her thumbs kneaded his cheekbones as beneath her fingertips she felt the heating sensation contacting her warm fingers. He responded boldly in velvety voice.

To be continued...