From that day on, our relationship entered a wonderful mode. That feeling was like stolen time, sweet and secret, each meeting filled with anticipation and desire. Whenever I went north, I would go straight to her house and stay for a few days. That once cold white house, because of the man's presence, seemed to become warmer. The air was always filled with a faint smell of tobacco and the afterglow of our sex, occasionally leaving spots on the sofa, and faint traces of semen on the sheets, turning the entire space from a sanctuary of cleanliness into our private paradise. She would greet me at the door, wearing that semi-transparent robe, her eyes flashing with desire. 'Husband, you're here? Come in quickly, I can't wait anymore.' She whispered, her hoarse smoker's voice like an aphrodisiac spell, making my cock swell slightly in my pants.