The Fear of Flying Ch. 03

Thursday

Harry spent a good chunk of that Thursday and the days afterwards trying to remember what had actually happened first thing in the morning.

He vaguely remembered being woken from a very deep sleep by Olivia snuggling up to him, nuzzling his neck and gently rubbing his arm.

"Hey you, time to wake up," she whispered.

"Oh no," Harry groggily replied, reaching out to check his alarm clock. "Have I overslept?" He blearily remembered that he had to go into the office that day rather than working at home as he normally would on a Thursday.

"No, you're fine. By my calculations your alarm will go off in about ten minutes. This morning I woke a bit earlier and decided to.... to be a kind of human alarm clock. Turn this way and give me a kiss."

Harry turned towards his wife. He was waking up now and certainly liked the idea of kissing her. And it was immediately clear that Olivia wanted a longer and more lingering kiss than was normal for that time of the morning, or indeed anytime of the morning. He enjoyed the feeling of her warm body next to his.

Even more than that he enjoyed what happened next, because he felt Olivia's hand caressing his bare stomach beneath his T-shirt. It roamed pleasantly up to his chest but then to his surprise it moved rapidly downwards, past his waist and then squeezing his penis through the front of his sleep shorts. And only seconds later he felt the shorts being pulled downwards.

"I need you undressed," Olivia said hurriedly, Harry's shorts now below his knees, "because I want you inside me for as long as possible before that alarm of yours goes off."

Harry didn't hesitate. He pulled his shorts completely off and with that task completed his hand could reach across towards his wife's slim body. His exploring hand quickly discovered that Olivia was lying on her back, her legs open wide.

He had been given an invitation but he was a gentleman and needed to make sure his lover was ready. The warmth and wetness he found between her legs left him in no doubt that she was.

"That's a surprise, isn't it?" she said as Harry eagerly climbed on top of her. "What do you think I was doing in the 15 minutes before I woke you up?"

He entered her quickly. Olivia gasped at the sensation and continued to breathe deeply as Harry started to move in and out of her body. It felt good to Harry, very good, too good perhaps as he was in danger of coming too soon. He tried to think of something else, anything else, to take his mind off his gorgeous wife and how they were making love.

Underneath him Olivia was far from passive. She kissed him greedily, first on his lips then his neck where her kisses became playful bites. Harry could also feel her hands grabbing his back and then the top of his bottom as she rhythmically squeezed him to encourage his movements inside her.

Harry felt himself starting to come and he cried out with pleasure and relief.

Once he had stopped moving he kissed Olivia, who he noticed in the half-light was smiling broadly.

"Oh wow, that was good. I do love you," he said.

"It was fun, wasn't it? I enjoyed it too. I do hope it was worth giving up ten minutes sleep for?"

At that precise moment Harry's phone alarm went off. He rolled off his wife to switch it off, turned back to Olivia to kiss her and headed off to the bathroom to shower.

Olivia had never before woken him up like that. It had been so out of character for her. It wasn't just that she had initiated sex, something that Harry could remember her doing only once before, when they were on their honeymoon. It was also that she had spent time while he was still asleep arousing herself, preparing her body for him to go inside her. She must have woken up feeling more than a little sexy.

Was her behaviour a result of her hypnosis? Or just a random event that would have happened anyway? Harry had no way of knowing the answer to these questions. But he did know a couple of things for certain. Firstly that it had been amazing and secondly that he hoped Olivia's behaviour would be repeated.

Sunday

The rest of the week and then the weekend passed uneventfully, at least on the lovemaking front. Harry & Olivia spent much of Saturday and Sunday planning and researching what to do with the remodelling of their kitchen.

Harry's thoughts kept going back to Thursday morning and the way that his wife had acted out of character. He knew that her second hypnosis session with Doctor Hughes was going to be on Monday morning and he was hoping that what happened early on that week was going to be further reinforced by a second hour with the redoubtable doctor.

Which made what happened late that evening even more remarkable.

As usual Olivia went up to bed before him, leaving him watching the TV news. When Harry arrived in the bedroom Olivia was in the process of getting undressed. He stood in the doorway and, to his intense pleasure, was able to take in the view of his gorgeous slim wife walking around in her underwear as she busied herself with hanging some things up in her wardrobe. She did have the most amazing figure - great breasts, slim hips and a very cute small bottom.

"Hello Gorgeous," Harry said. "Can I just sit and admire the view of you walking around like that?"

"Well, you can if you want to," Olivia said, now turning round, "but I'm convinced that I've put on a bit of weight. Look at this," she said pointing to her slim stomach and now looking at herself in their full-length mirror.

Harry moved towards her and hugged her from behind, putting his hands around her waist and looking at her in the mirror. She was wearing a matching white lace bra and bikini panties that Harry thought made her look even more sexy than normal.

"You are imagining it. I don't see extra weight at all," Harry said, completely honestly. "What I see is the absolutely gorgeous woman that I am ridiculously lucky to have as my wife. You are beautiful and graceful and sexy and...."

Olivia turned round and moved to hold her husband by the shoulders, now smiling and leaning towards him, tilting her head to give him a kiss. She pulled back, smiled, then gave him a much deeper kiss while moving her hands down Harry's body to hug him tightly.

"You say nice things," Olivia said. "You always make me feel good about myself."

Harry then expected Olivia to follow her normal practice and pull away from him, but she didn't. Quite the opposite.

"Husband," she said, with a quiet, enquiring voice. "When was it that we last made love?"

"Thursday morning," Harry replied. "You surprised me by waking me up. Don't you remember?"

"Yes, that's true. But that was only a quick cuddle, wasn't it? I'm not sure it counts,"

Olivia replied. "It's quite late but can we make love again right now... if you want to of course? Because I suddenly seem to be in the mood."

Harry didn't know what to think other than that the answer was definitely yes. He was beginning to enjoy the change that seemed to have come over his pretty young wife.

Harry was thinking but Olivia was acting. She used both hands to pull his T-shirt over his head, kissing him again once that task had been completed. Her right hand rubbed the front of his jeans and then proceeded to undo his belt and buttons. With his trousers down at his knees she put both hands inside the top of his briefs and pulled them down as well.

"Sorry about this but I need you naked," Olivia said and pushed her husband onto their bed so that he could finish undressing himself.

Harry didn't waste any time dispensing with his clothes and it wasn't long before he stood up again and put his arms around his wife.

"Have I ever told you how good you look with no clothes on?" Olivia asked. "God, I want you."

Harry turned Olivia around to face the large mirror above the dressing table. Now standing behind her, he watched the reflection of his own hands reaching to massage Olivia's breasts through her bra. Then he withdrew his hands and unhooked the bra at the back. She shimmied and let the underwear fall to the floor in front of her.

The sight of his wife's small but perfectly shaped breasts was mesmerising. The skin covering them was completely flawless except for one small mole on the outside of her right breast, about an inch from her nipple. He couldn't resist squeezing each of her breasts in turn and noticed in the mirror how Olivia seemed to be enjoying the sensation.

"You've always liked my breasts, haven't you?" She said. "I'm happy to let you play. As long as I can share your body too," Olivia said as now she reached behind her to squeeze Harry's penis.

Harry was in dreamland. Olivia seemed so turned on. No time to think though, just enjoy the moment.

Olivia stepped to the side slightly so that she could see more of Harry in the mirror and, in particular, her own hand massaging him. Harry responded by moving one of his hands down Olivia's stomach, then between her legs, rubbing the front of her panties as she parted her legs slightly. Only seconds later he raised his hand so that it could reach inside the material from the top. He felt her small patch of hair on its way down underneath her body and his wife groaned with pleasure as his eager fingers found what they were looking for.

"That feels nice but I want you inside me now," Olivia said after a few seconds. She playfully pushed her husband towards the bed where Harry sat back against the cushions and waited for his lover to join him.

Olivia didn't waste any time. Harry watched intently as she hooked a finger from each hand into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, eventually throwing them to the floor. As she climbed onto the bed Harry moved to one side so that she could lie down as she normally would when they made love. But Olivia had other plans.

She straddled him, reaching one leg over Harry's thighs. As she did so Harry could clearly see the slight parting between her legs but when that was no longer visible his eyes turned towards her smiling face as her hands took hold of his erect penis and started to rub him hard with both hands.

After only ten or so blissful seconds of this treatment Olivia shuffled forward on her knees and stretched her torso upwards. Still holding his penis, she slowly guided him inside her tight entrance, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the task and the feeling that it gave her. She moved up and down a few times until Harry's penis was buried fully inside her, at which point she opened her eyes and smiled down at her husband. Now she started to move rhythmically up and down, slowly at first but soon speeding up. She used one hand to squeeze one of her breasts as she moved.

"That feels so good," Harry cried out.

Olivia was showing a level of intensity and passion that he had never seen from his young wife. The feeling of his penis inside her body was exquisite and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to last very long.

Harry lifted his hands to feel her breasts, squeezing each one in turn. Olivia stopped moving for a while. She leant forward and kissed him, resting her hands on the bed to support herself.

Still close to his face she whispered "I love you," smiling as she did so. "It feels so good having you inside me. You move now."

Olivia sat back up as Harry did as he had been ordered. He started to move inside her but as he expected the feeling was too intense and he came inside her.

After a few seconds Olivia rolled off the top of Harry and lay down beside him. They hugged but then he sat up a little.

"Can I just look at you a little bit more? You are so gorgeous."

He examined her from top to toe, gently caressing her as he went and taking a really good look at every inch of her.

"Your pussy is so beautiful," Harry said, completely truthfully, once he got to that point of his wife's anatomy. "And you keep it so neat and tidy for me. It must be a bit of a regular chore."

"I have to shave it every week but I don't mind. It's normally what I do on Wednesday evening when you're playing football. I do it for me and for you. It's lovely that you notice."

As he was going off to sleep Harry did a stocktake of how his sex life seemed to have significantly improved over the last week. Olivia's second hypnosis session was tomorrow and he was very hopeful of further improvement. He had remembered the exact wording of the six items he had ticked on Doctor Hughes' list.

So far so good, but he greedily wanted them all. Could he be patient?