The Fear of Flying Ch. 05

Thursday

Harry and Olivia had just finished watching the last part of a film they had started watching a few days ago. The ending had been dramatic and it took them a couple of minutes to get their brains around the story.

"I know what I want to do with the rest of the evening," Olivia said, now turning towards him on the sofa and kissing him. "Why don't we change the habits of a lifetime, go upstairs to our bedroom at this ridiculously early time of 8.30 in the evening and spend absolutely ages making love?"

"Oh Wow," Harry said, "I think that's a great plan."

Harry had been hoping that his wife was going to initiate sex this evening.

They had last made love on Sunday, the day after they had been out with friends and during which he had got into the embarrassing conversation with the all-knowing Katie. The following morning, Sunday, he had been lying in bed half asleep when Olivia appeared at the bedroom door with two cups of tea. Nothing special in that, but having deposited the two mugs on his bedside table she had then whipped off her nightdress and climbed onto his side of the bed completely naked.

Suffice to say that the tea didn't get drunk for a good fifteen minutes.

Every time they had made love in the last couple of weeks there had been something different, something new. On Sunday it was all about Olivia's energy, her clear eagerness to please her husband. She had moved quickly to undress him, after which she had sat on his thighs while her hands were wonderfully active bringing his penis to attention. Two minutes later she was on her back, hungrily urging him to climb on top of her. She moved nimbly, her lithe body constantly shifting position as Harry's penis moved inside her. By the time Harry cried out with his orgasm she had one leg almost completely vertical, held there by his arm as she writhed underneath him.

So Sunday morning had been wonderful but now this evening it seemed they were again going to make love.

Olivia started to get up from the sofa. But it seemed that she had a more elaborate plan that she needed to explain.

"I am going to get undressed and go into our bathroom. But I'm going to leave my underwear drawer open so that you can choose what I should be wearing when I get into bed. Is that a good idea? And after that I need my husband to get into our lovely big bed completely and utterly naked."

Harry watched as Olivia walked towards the lounge door. As she walked she reached to the sides of her T-shirt and quickly removed it, revealing a coloured lacy bra underneath. She turned and threw the T-shirt at her husband and smiled coquettishly back at him as she left the room.

"And don't be too long," she said from the hallway. "I might change my mind."

Harry glanced up and now saw an arm appear in the doorway. Suddenly the pretty bra he had been admiring joined the T-shirt on his lap.

"Oh... and please bring my clothes with you."

To say that Harry was excited by this turn of events was an understatement. Olivia had never done anything like this before. He switched off the lights in the lounge, used the downstairs bathroom and generally pottered until he heard the noise of their ensuite bathroom being shut. Then he went upstairs. Once in their bedroom he saw that, as promised, Olivia's underwear drawer had been left open for him to peruse.

Olivia was a very neat person and all of her regularly-used underwear was beautifully folded and pressed neatly together. Harry's attention was drawn to the back of the drawer at one end where some more interesting small and ruffled items were thrown together. He rummaged and found a pair of pink lacy panties that he had bought Olivia while they were on their honeymoon. He knew that she had only worn them once and decided that tonight they should have a second outing. He pulled them out, laid them on top of the unit and shut the drawer.

Harry removed his clothes and got into bed naked, his body already excited by the thought of what was going to happen next. He resisted the temptation to play with himself and snuggled down under the light duvet leaving just his head and one arm showing. He decided not to watch out for his wife coming out of the bathroom although he found it very difficult not to spy.

It wasn't long before Olivia opened the bathroom door. Harry heard her giggle slightly as she found the piece of lingerie he had picked out, followed by a slight rustling as she put the panties on. She quietly padded around the bed towards him.

He had expected Olivia to switch off her bedside light which was normal procedure when they were about to make love. Her preference was to make love in near-darkness but it seemed that tonight she had other plans.

As soon as Olivia got into bed she pulled the duvet up and looked inside to inspect her husband. "Oh good," she said after scanning him up and down," naked. You followed my instructions. Now let me feel you close."

Harry and Olivia started to make love like they had never done before. They hugged and kissed and wrapped limbs around each other. But it wasn't about intensity and speed, quite the opposite. It was about being slow, tender, gently teasing. They hadn't talked about it. They didn't need to. It was if they both realised that with time on their hands they could luxuriate in their love for each other and enjoy the exploration, the rediscovery of other's bodies.

Harry's experience of making love to his wife in the past had been so different. It had always seemed to him that she had been looking for any opportunity to finish the process as soon as possible, encouraging him to climax quickly so that the whole thing was over as soon as possible.

It was a mild evening and the duvet was soon pushed aside, something that seemed to energise Olivia. Harry wasn't used to his wife being so active when making love to him. He thought back to just a few days ago when she had unexpectedly climbed on top of him to take him inside. Tonight she had the same level of energy but was maintaining it for so much longer.

Harry laid down on his back as his wife straddled him. He reached up to squeeze each of her breasts in turn, admiring their shape, their symmetry, their softness. Olivia smiled and leaned down so that he could kiss them, deliberately placing her nipples onto his lips and tongue. She moved away just a couple of inches or so before surprising him by bending down again to let him kiss each of her nipples. They both giggled at the intimacy of the game.

The lovers had been enjoying each others bodies for a long time but so far their more intimate parts had not featured at all. That was soon about to change.

Olivia climbed off Harry and lay alongside, bending down to caress his feet before working her way with her fingertips up his legs. Harry's anticipation levels increased as she got nearer to his erect penis but he was disappointed when her hands passed on by and started caressing his stomach.

Except that suddenly he did feel his penis being gently touched. Just for a second before her attention resumed on his torso. But then another touch, then another as she teased him, enjoying the power that she had over him. He looked up at her and realised that she was grinning broadly.

"I love this stage of making love to you," he said. "Knowing that you are going to make me feel good. Knowing that I will be able to explore your beautiful body. Knowing that you love me."

Harry didn't expect an answer from his wife. Talking about sex was not something she did. But that was old Olivia and this was the new version of his wife.

"I like it too," she said as she now gently squeezed the tip of his penis. "I love the knowledge that you love me, that you will soon be touching me, that you will be exploring me. That this beautiful strong penis of yours will end up being inside me."

"That will be amazing. But you need to be ready. It's my turn to touch you now," Harry now said as he sat up. He kissed Olivia and squeezed her breast, using it to encourage her to lie down on her back on the big bed. As she did Harry was delighted to see her open her legs. She was inviting her husband to explore and to excite her. Opening herself up like this, making herself available to him was not something he was used to and Harry found it intoxicating.

It was difficult but for the moment he declined the invitation, deliberately keeping her waiting to increase her anticipation. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist that temptation for long. His young wife looked so beautiful, so desirable. Instead he knelt beside Olivia and used his hands to gently caress her arms and shoulders, working his way slowly towards the softness of her breasts. He bent down to kiss each of her nipples in turn.

Now Harry moved upwards to kiss his wife on the lips. She responded with enthusiasm but then whispered to him.

"If you don't start touching me down there soon I'm going to have to do it myself," Olivia now said and, as if to prove her point, Harry saw his wife's left hand deliberately move down to the very front edge of her panties.

"Go on then, do it. Touch yourself," Harry encouraged her. "As long as I can watch. I want to learn the secrets of how you make yourself feel good."

Olivia giggled but said nothing. Harry watched as she licked her lips then raised her knees slightly so that her legs could open even wider. Then her left hand reached down between her legs. He saw how two of her fingers worked together to rub the thin pink material right on her most sensitive area. She was concentrating hard, her eyes closed, totally focused on what she was doing.

Harry loved seeing his wife touch herself like this.

He was staring so intently at what his wife was doing with her left hand that he failed to notice what her other hand was doing. He only realised when he felt his penis being squeezed. Now Olivia was staring at him.

"Don't get too used to what my hands are doing. It's your turn down there now," Olivia said.

Harry needed no further encouragement. He got off the side of the bed and knelt down on the floor. Olivia realised what he intended to do and shuffled over towards him. She grabbed a pillow and threw it down to her husband.

"You are going to be there a while, darling husband. You need to be comfortable," Olivia said.

Harry smiled and gratefully put the pillow under his knees. He certainly intended to take his time. He had deliberately chosen this side of the bed because of the light thrown by the bedside lamp. Olivia had reluctantly let him give her oral sex before but had always said that she found it embarrassing and would only let him do it in near darkness. Tonight seemed different, very different. She was in the mood and he wanted to take full advantage.

Olivia was now positioned with her petite bottom at the very edge of the bed, her feet also on the edge of the bed to either side. All of which meant that from his vantage point on the floor Harry had a beautiful close-up view of her pussy, still covered by the thin material of the sexy pink panties he had chosen for her to wear.

He started by kissing the material where her own fingers had been 30 seconds earlier. Under the material her soft flesh was pliant and now he realised that he could smell her rising excitement.

He could wait no longer. He hooked his fingers on either side of the material and gently pulled. Without hesitation Olivia lifted her bottom and raised her legs high in the air to let him make her naked. He had to half stand up in order to complete the task, after which he knelt back down on the pillow.

He was surprised to see that Olivia's legs were still raised above him. She was playing with him. She looked around one side of her thighs to check that he had knelt back down then, once she knew that her pussy had his complete attention, she started to very slowly bring her feet back down beside her on the bed.

Harry was entranced. He kept his eyes fixed on the sight in front of him. Then he noticed that she had stopped moving and was looking at him through her partially open legs.

"Oh good, I've got your attention then."

Harry didn't need to say anything. He just smiled and blew her a kiss.

He stared intently as Olivia fully lowered her feet, his eyes only six inches away from the most beautiful view of her he had ever seen. Whatever happened to the inhibitions his wife used to have?

"That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen you do," Harry told his wife.

Olivia laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. My Aunt Jane always says that 'If you've got it, flaunt it'."

"Yes, but I don't think she meant quite what you just did."

"Probably not. Now, you're not just going to look, are you?"

No, he wasn't just going to look. But just looking was exactly what he was going to do for the next couple of minutes. In fact, maybe not so much look as worship.

Harry realised that everybody had their own view about what constituted the perfect woman's body. You only had to spent time looking at porn sites to know that. But in Harry's opinion Olivia's pussy was completely and utterly perfect. It was so compact, so neat, so tidy, so symmetrical. When her legs were up in the air the outer lips of her pussy had been completely closed. With her legs wide apart, as they now were, her lips were opened slightly, maybe a centimetre or so. And so Harry could glimpse the more complex folds of flesh beneath, not yet revealing all their secrets but calling him to explore. And from the glistening he could see inside it was clear that Olivia was excited by the prospect.

A couple of girlfriends prior to Olivia had let him examine them in this way. He remembered such occasions fondly but their anatomy in this part of their body came nowhere close to the simplicity and beauty of Olivia. And in the nearly two years since he had first started sleeping with Olivia this was the first time there had been enough light for him to gain a full appreciation of this special part of his wife.

Harry now noticed one other thing. Olivia must have recently shaved herself, presumably the night before when he had been out at football. The small patch of pubic hair he had left the previous week was now even smaller. It seemed inevitable that she would soon be completely smooth down there, a thought that he found incredibly erotic.

Now he had an idea. He reached for and found Olivia's discarded panties. He dangled them in front of Olivia where she could see them and then draped them over the area of her pussy, gently touching and massaging her through the thin material. Then he jokingly played peek-a-boo with them, snatching glances at her open pussy lips and enjoying the game.

He put the panties to one side and leant forward slightly, gently kissing all around Olivia's opening. She gasped slightly, her waiting now over.

Harry planted a few more kisses, more focused this time on the gap between her outer lips. For the first time he used his tongue to delve deeper and he felt her open up a little more. More of his senses were coming into play as he enjoyed the sweet smell and taste of his wife's vagina.

"That feels so good," Olivia said, "whatever you do, don't stop."

In response Harry's insistent tongue increased the cadence and depth of its movements. He had never made love to his wife like this for so long. Previously Olivia would have moved him on quickly to something else, embarrassed at her own body, so now he had to rely on his instinct and her reactions about how to prolong it.

He must be doing something right because Olivia started making whimpering noises which got louder as he continued to intensify his actions.

He moved away again. As he did so Olivia fell quiet and he saw her look towards him, as if asking why he had stopped. He smiled at her and quickly reached with one hand to squeeze her breast, finding yet another source of pleasure from her body. He could have more of her and he took it.

Harry made sure Olivia could see what he did next so that her anticipation was heightened. He used his hands on either side of her opening to pull her pussy's outer lips apart. Then he resumed his probing and Olivia gasped loudly as the tip of his tongue found newly exposed nerve endings.

Harry realised that Olivia was close to coming and wanted to complete the job he had started. As his tongue became ever more determined on her clitoris he now placed the index finger of one hand at the very entrance to her body. Just putting it there brought a muted gasp from Olivia, followed by further breathless moans as the finger started to move slowly but systematically in and out of the warm, moist passage.

"So good, so good...," Olivia half-shouted, imploring her husband to continue as Harry felt her body shift around to increase her pleasure where his fingers were touching.

Harry concentrated hard on what he was doing, not daring to change anything for fear of spoiling her level of pleasure. He increased the speed with which his finger moved in and out of Olivia's vagina and, remembering what had worked with previous girlfriends, he pressed harder on the front wall. He was rewarded by occasional sharp gasps from his lover. Harry suddenly started to worry whether their neighbours would start to complain.

With little warning Olivia pulled away slightly from him.

"Enough, enough. All too nice," Olivia said. "I want you inside me. While I'm lying like this."

Harry wasted no time and stood up.

"Are you still hard?" Olivia asked urgently. "Do I need to..."

She stopped mid-sentence when she saw that Harry was absolutely ready to enter her. She smiled.

"Take me. Take me now," she implored him.

Harry positioned the tip of his penis right beside her entrance and gently pushed. Olivia's body was warm and welcoming but... something wasn't right. He quickly realised what the problem was and reached down to the floor for the pillow, then encouraged Olivia to raise her bottom so that he could put it underneath her. He tried again and this time he entered her easily. Olivia gasped with the new feeling and Harry immediately started moving inside her.

Harry had been looking at and playing with the entrance to Olivia's vagina only seconds before. Now he envisaged how the inner lips he had explored had opened up to let him enter her. But the thought was too exciting, too stimulating, and he knew that he must think of something else, anything else, otherwise he would come too soon. His wife felt amazing, her body below him looked so perfect that he couldn't take his eyes off her. Now he felt Olivia's legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in even closer. Olivia had her eyes closed, making little cries in time with his movements.

Harry lost his battle to hold off and he had the glorious feeling of coming deep inside his pretty wife.

Harry stood still for a while, completely spent. Eventually he spoke.

"I'm sorry Darling, I came too quickly. When you put your legs around me... just so good."

"It's okay, okay, don't worry," Olivia said as she now released him, moving to one side and gesticulating to her husband to lie down beside her. For a couple of minutes they just hugged each other as they tried to recover.

"It was lovely," she said. "It felt so good."

"You are amazing. That was so perfect. I adore you."

After a while they both went separately to their bathroom. Harry realised that it was late. They had been making love for over two hours. They switched off the light and settled down to try to sleep.

Harry was in something like seventh heaven. He has just had the best sex he had ever had with his wife -- with anybody - and for the first time it was totally clear that the hypnosis treatment was having an effect. Doctor Hughes was a miracle worker.

It was a pity that he hadn't been able to bring Olivia to a climax although she had clearly enjoyed the experience of him trying. And she hadn't performed oral sex on him, but those gaps apart he couldn't think of any way in which the last two hours could have been better.

But the evening had one last pleasant surprise in store.

"Darling," Olivia whispered a couple of minutes after they had switched off their bedside lights. "Our lovemaking was fantastic this evening and you tried so hard to make me come but I... I just couldn't get there. I know you've suggested this before and I've said no, but now I'm wondering... now I'm wondering whether it would be a good idea to buy a sex toy or something like that? Would that be OK? Lots of women seem to say that they can help."

Harry turned over to face Olivia, hardly believing what his wife was saying.

"I'm sure we could do that," Harry replied, his heart now beating faster again with the thought of it but trying to appear calm and matter-of-fact. "Do you know what kind of thing you might want?"

"Oh, you know something that vibrates, something that can help stimulate me. But maybe also one that could go inside me? I hope you don't mind. It's not that I don't love having you inside me, like tonight it felt amazing, but just sometimes..."

"Don't be silly. I get that. Of course we can buy something -- on the understanding of course that it's not just Olivia's toy but that I get to play with the toy on you?"

"Of course silly. You using it on me is a given. I would just like to have an orgasm, one good orgasm, more orgasms. That's all. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

"Not at all. I really do want our sex life to be as good as it can be for you," Harry said. "Shall I see what I can find to buy on the internet?"

"Mmm... please," Olivia murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too."

There was a gap of a few seconds then Olivia giggled slightly and kissed her husband on the forehead.

"Harry?" Olvia whispered

"Yes, Olivia."

"You will make sure you buy lots of batteries as well, won't you?"

Harry was ridiculously excited at Olivia's request but got off to sleep eventually, having first resolved to waste no time tomorrow in researching and ordering just the right thing to improve their love life.