The Fear of Flying Ch. 04

Monday

Harry was working at home all day and Olivia's second hypnosis appointment with Doctor Hughes was at 11.00, so they were both around first thing in the morning with neither of them rushing to get out of the house.

Harry was in the bedroom when Olivia came out of their ensuite bathroom after her shower. He smiled to himself about the change that had come over his wife. Here she was again coming out of the bathroom completely naked, showing off her beautiful slim figure.

In the past she had always taken her underwear into the bathroom when she showered in the morning so that she emerged half-dressed. Now it seemed that she was just more confident in her own body. A couple of times in the last few days he had found her walking around in the house wearing just bra and panties, something he found very alluring.

A few days ago she had even asked his opinion as to what underwear she should wear that day and she had treated him to a private fashion show while she decided.

Olivia also seemed happier more of the time. And when they were around each other during the day there was more touching, more holding hands and certainly more spontaneous kissing. Harry had always had the feeling that if he kissed her without warning she would get nervous that he was trying to initiate sex. Now it was his wife who sidled up to him looking for a little innocent kiss.

Later in the day Harry quizzed his wife about her morning hypnosis appointment but he learned little. It seemed to have passed without any problems and, as with her first appointment, Olivia remembered nothing of it. She had been awake, Doctor Hughes had put her to sleep, then she had woken up most of an hour later and could remember nothing.

But again Olivia seemed very tired in the evening and she went to bed early.

There was now going to be a gap of two weeks before her final hypnosis session. Harry was determined to be the perfect husband over those two weeks to give their love live every chance to progress.

Thursday

One morning later that week Olivia, having just showered, appeared in their bedroom only half-wrapped in a towel. Harry suddenly realised something.

"Hey," he said, "is it my imagination or have your tan lines from our holiday nearly gone? And aren't you now more brown all over? How is that possible?"

Olivia looked a little sheepish and smiled.

"Truth is, husband, that I've been using the tanning room at the gym in the last couple of weeks. It costs a bit but I quite like the results. I wanted to make myself more attractive for you. What do you think?" Olivia added as she deliberately let her towel drop to the floor and started to walk rather suggestively towards him.

Harry knew exactly what he thought.

"You are amazing. You know you are. Can you come and pinch me to wake me up from this beautiful dream I'm having?"

She was amazing. Such perfect proportions. As she came towards him he took in her beautiful breasts, her slim waist, the thin strip of pubic hair, the tantalising gap between her slim legs. Inevitably he started to get excited. He was only wearing his briefs and it immediately became rather obvious.

Olivia looked down.

"I will take that reaction as positive. But don't get too excited now. I've allocated tonight to have a bath and I was thinking that you could join me. So why don't we wait until then?"

Olivia kissed her husband on the lips, turned and slowly walked away from him, safe in the knowledge, Harry thought, that he was now ogling her from behind.

He had something to very much look forward to this evening.

Following the morning's distraction it was incredible that Harry could get through the day at all. Fortunately he had a full diary of work meetings and that proved to be enough -- just -- to let him get on with his day.

That evening, after they had eaten and Harry was just finishing tidying the dishes, Olivia disappeared upstairs and Harry heard her starting to run their bath. Good, he thought, thankful that she hadn't forgotten the plan for the evening.

He started to make some coffee and it was while he was in the middle of doing that Olivia appeared on the kitchen doorway. Except it was one of the versions of his wife that Harry loved, the self-confident version where she walks around the house wearing just her lingerie.

"Hello," Olivia said, waking up to him. "I'm running a bath and I'm looking for a handsome guy to come and share it with me. Are you interested?

She kissed him, putting her arms on his shoulders.

"I'm interested. Will I do?"

"I reckon. I will have to see what you look like with your clothes off. Bring the coffee with you," she said, already turning away.

The large corner bath had been in the house when they had bought the house. It seemed a bit old-fashioned but was quite luxurious and definitely big enough for two to share. They had only used it together once before and had ended up cuddling in the bubbles, getting themselves in the mood before going to their bedroom to make love. Harry thought of that as one of their most memorable lovemaking sessions.

Harry got undressed in the bedroom and went into the bathroom wearing just his briefs. Olivia was already in the bath, sitting upright, her shoulders and breasts only partially covered in bubbles. She looked amazing but was busy shaving her legs. Harry removed his underwear and stepped into the warm water. Olivia briefly stopped what she was doing and looked at him approvingly. She could already see he was quite excited at joining her.

"Oh yes, you will definitely do as a bath companion. Sit down. Let me just do my legs and then we can wash each other."

She finished what she was doing and then they embraced in the warm water, then stopping to drink their coffee.

They took it in turns to use the sponge on the top half of each other's bodies, although Harry preferred to soap up and use his hands when it came to Olivia's breasts, deliberately taking extra time to enjoy their firmness and shape.

Harry's hands then started to move lower on Olivia's body.

His wife stopped him. "Not just yet," she said. "We will get to the play part soon but first you have to work."

Harry was genuinely puzzled. "Work? What work?"

Olivia moved closer to Harry and whispered.

"I was hoping that if I asked you very nicely you would shave me down between my legs."

Harry was shocked but delighted at the thought of shaving her. He certainly hadn't expected this.

"That would be amazing. I would love to do that. But It's very... very personal. Are you sure? You must trust me so much. And I can't guarantee that shaving you down there won't turn me on even more."

"Me neither," Olivia responded. "It could turn out to be a whole lot of fun, couldn't it?"

Harry didn't move for a couple of seconds.

"Are you okay? Olivia asked.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Never better. I'm just waiting for you to ask me nicely."

"Ha!" Olivia responded. She again leaned forward, put on her cutest face and looked suggestively at her husband.

"Darling handsome husband. Would you please do me the honour of shaving my pussy?"

"Sure. I thought you would never ask."

Olivia pointed to the shaving gel and the razor that she had been using. The razor was very girly pink but otherwise just like the one he used on his chin.

Harry knelt down in the middle of the bath and made sure that he was comfortable. He was then in prime position to watch as Olivia sat on the edge of the bath, opened her legs and put one foot on each side of her on the very edge of the bath.

"Before you put the gel on, why don't you have a close-up look so that you can see what needs to be done?" Olivia suggested.

"Good idea." He was trying to appear cool about the whole thing but in reality his heart was beating furiously and he was very turned on.

He took up the invitation and leant forward. It had only been a week since he had been up close and personal like this to Olivia but yet again he couldn't quite believe she was letting him do this. He revelled in the intimacy, taking in the shape of her, the folds of skin, the beauty of this part of his wife's body.

But he had a job to do and tried to focus.

"I can see your little hairs. They aren't too long. Pass me the gel and I will get to work."

Applying the shaving gel gave him a perfect excuse to massage all over Olivia's pussy lips, taking a little longer on this task that was truly necessary.

It all seemed so tempting but he had to keep to the job in hand.

He started to work slowly with the razor. Harry knew that he had to be very careful. One slip and not only would he hurt his wife but it would also kill the chance of them making love afterwards, maybe even for days afterwards.

"I'm very nervous," Harry admitted. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're doing just fine. Take your time. It does tickle me a bit which is quite sexy. Your face is a study, such deep concentration."

Harry was now enjoying himself. He loved the way that her inner lips came into view as he stretched her skin to make strokes with the razor. He made several passes over each square inch, eventually satisfying himself that he had removed all visible hair around her pussy lips.

"What about further up?" Harry asked. "I assume you want to keep your existing line of hair?" He was referring to the inch-wide vertical strip of light brown pubic hair that his wife had always kept perfectly manicured.

"I have had that a long time," Olivia responded. "Certainly since I met you. Maybe it is time for a change. What would you like? Would you like me completely shaven?"

"That's surely your decision not mine," Harry said. "I really don't mind. If it was shaved off then it could always grow back, couldn't it?"

"I know," Olvia replied. "Why don't you shave just a little bit off at the top for now and if that gets repeated occasionally then soon it will be all gone. Or I might surprise you one day?"

Harry did as instructed and then generally tidied up the whole area.

"Right, all done Madam. I do hope you like it."

Olivia smiled and reached down with her hand to feel all around the area her husband had been working on.

"It feels very smooth. Great job. Better than when I do it. I may very well ask you to repeat your work another time, maybe even regularly."

"So can I kiss you now?" Harry asked.

"That depends. Where do you want to kiss me?"

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to kiss you everywhere," Harry responded. He stretched up from his position on the floor of the bath to kiss Olivia on the mouth. He was passionate, his tongue seeking hers and urgently finding it.

But he wasted no time after that to crouch back down to kiss the newly smooth area between his wife's legs. His tongue eagerly sought and quickly found the sweet intimate taste he craved. Olivia cried out as, at last, she started to enjoy the attention that her body had clearly been anticipating.

Satisfied for now, Harry sat up a little and used his hands to remind himself of the feel of his wife's breasts, the soapy water making her skin feel even more soft than usual. Olivia brought her feet down from the edge of the bath and sat down in the water. Now it was her turn to pleasure her partner, using one hand to find some bath gel before using both her hands to do an unnecessarily thorough job of washing his erect penis.

"Oh wow, that feels good. Shall we get out of the bath and finish this in our bedroom?" Harry asked with some urgency. "It's a bit difficult here."

"Difficult? You haven't got enough imagination," Olivia replied, now half sitting up and then turning herself around so that her bottom was towards her husband. She leaned forward away from him.

Harry was stunned. His wife's intent was obvious. He was being invited to enter her from behind.

Olivia had never ever wanted to do this before. He had tried to initiate it, of course, but she had always refused.

Harry was hugely turned on at the thought of being inside her like this but he wasn't going to waste this opportunity to enjoy his wife's body in ways previously unavailable. So at first he shifted forward and very slowly ran his tongue along the entire length of his wife's closed pussy. Olivia moaned slightly. Those moans increased just a few seconds later by what Harry did next, because this time he pulled aside her pliant outer lips so that he could first see and then use his tongue to explore the full complexity of that part of her body. He felt Olivia wriggle against him to increase the sensation as his tongue lingered on her clitoris. Again he savoured the wonderful, sweet taste of her.

He leaned back to once again take in the view, then decided it was time to bring a finger into play. The chosen lucky finger traversed the whole area of the beautiful wet pussy in front of him before lingering momentarily at her entrance. Then it quickly entered her vagina.

Again his wife moaned with pleasure at what her husband was doing.

His wife's body was now altogether too tempting. Harry knelt up in the bath. First he rubbed the tip of his erection up and down her moist pussy lips and was rewarded by further encouraging noises from his wife.

Harry felt amazing, his penis hard and rigid. He had wanted to make love to his wife like this for so long and now it was actually happening.

He had no trouble finding her entrance and pushed all the way inside. Olivia let out a stifled scream at the same time as Harry also cried out from the sensation of such a beautiful tight body.

For a few seconds Harry didn't move at all, revelling in the feeling of how deep he seemed inside her. Then he moved slowly but rhythmically for maybe 20 seconds but then slowed down and stopped.

"Are you okay Darling? Does it feel alright?"

Olivia was very clear in her answer.

"It feels... you feel... different but wonderful. Please don't stop."

He resumed his movement in and out and now remembered his previous daydreams about how he would do this. So he reached down underneath her torso with his hands to squeeze and enjoy her breasts. Then, feeling that he was building to his climax, he held onto her slim waist and encouraged her to move to amplify his own movements.

For Harry the pleasure was now all too much. Together the couple kept up the same rhythm of movement for a short time and then Harry let out a breathless groan of pleasure as he came inside her. Olivia also cried out as she realised that her husband had climaxed.

Harry kept still for a few seconds then withdrew and sat back. Olivia also moved and sat back down close to Harry in the warm water.

"That was amazing Darling," Harry said. "I love you. You were so clever suggesting that."

Olivia smiled, seemingly lost in her thoughts. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I love you too."

They hugged, staying silent for a while, then Harry got out of the bath and left Olivia to clean herself up. He went downstairs to switch off the lights and when he got to their bedroom Olivia was already in bed with her light off. He took off his dressing gown and got into bed beside her. They cuddled up together and kissed.

Olivia wanted to say something.

"Harry... you know when we were in the bath and I moved to let you go inside me.... go inside me from behind. It was kind of... instinctive. But did you think it was, I don't know... crude? I'm worried that you might think it's not the kind of thing your wife should do?"

Harry could tell his Olivia was embarrassed and may be regretting what had happened.

"Of course not. I was surprised but I thought what you did was sexy and beautiful and... generally wonderful. I felt honoured. It made me feel special and trusted. And very loved."

Olivia hugged him tightly. "Well that's alright then. Because you are all those things. And it did feel sexy. But it was a bit uncomfortable so next time we make love like that can we do it with some soft cushions or pillows please?"

"I'm excited at the idea that there will be a next time," Harry replied.

"There will be if you promise to kiss me again like you did before you went inside me. Your kisses were a bit naughty but felt amazing. It was exciting not being able to see what you were doing."

Harry must have got himself aroused at the memory of this because next he felt Olivia's bare leg squirming against him.

"Am I right in thinking that my husband has got hard again?" Olivia asked, already knowing the answer.

He had. And Harry got even harder when Olivia reached inside his shorts and squeezed him.

20 seconds later the shorts had been discarded, Olivia's nightdress had been pulled up, Harry had climbed on top of her and he was again enjoying the glorious feeling of being inside his extremely sexy wife.

This was how they used to make love. Harry on top, Olivia submissive, taking little active part in proceedings, but this time it felt so different because of what had happened earlier in the bath.

Harry realised that it was the very first time they had ever made love twice in the same day.

Harry wanted to prolong the pleasure but was unable to get the memory of their bath out of his mind.

So he came in less than a minute.

"That was perfect. You are perfect," Olivia whispered, kissing him tenderly once he had rolled off her.

"No. You are the perfect one," Harry replied. And he truly meant it.