The Fear of Flying Ch. 06

Friday

Harry had no experience of this kind of website. He was astonished at the range of things on offer and also astonished at the cost of some of the more elaborate models.

He had woken that day not wanting to waste any time following through on Olivia's request from the previous evening. To say that he was feeling extremely good about the sex they had enjoyed was an understatement. It had been fantastic, beyond his expectations. Then to cap it all Olivia had asked him to buy them a sex toy to make future lovemaking even better.

Part of Harry's thinking in buying something immediately was the thought that his wife might change her mind. After all he had no way of knowing if any of the benefit from the hypnosis treatment was going to be permanent or disappointingly temporary.

Fortunately Harry was working at home today and wasn't so busy, so he did have time to spend looking at some adult toy websites. The brief she had given him had been pretty clear and in the end he ordered what the website called a Magic Wand. It seemed to be a simple vibrator about 6 inches long and coloured in pale pink, which he thought to be a safe colour. Judging from the reviews other women and couples had benefited hugely from its magic powers.

The website also recommended buying some lubricant to use along with the Wand. Harry thought this was a good idea especially since the lube claimed to have its own special ingredient to increase female arousal.

All-in-all, thought Harry, this could turn out to be the best £55 I have ever spent.

The delivery day promised was the following Monday.

Harry wondered if Olivia would ask about his success at ordering the toy when she returned from work. She didn't immediately but, sure enough, when they were settling down to sleep at the end of that day and was hugging Harry goodnight she raised the issue.

"Any luck ordering our toy today, Darling?"

"Yes, I think so," Harry replied. "I don't know much about these things but I've ordered something. It should arrive on Monday."

"Okay, good. Well done. So no sex for us until Monday evening then?" We can wait, can't we? Make it nice the first time we use it?"

"Ooh, I reckon so," Harry replied, not being totally sure about the three day wait while secretly agreeing that it made sense to let the tension build.

Saturday

"How on earth did this happen?" Harry thought to himself. There had been many pleasant surprises over the last few weeks but this was entirely new territory for him and for his marriage to Olivia.

Only a couple of minutes ago he had been in the lounge catching up on the afternoon's football results, something he did regularly on a Saturday afternoon. He had just registered the last result he had been interested in when he heard Olivia put something down on the floor just outside the door. Then she walked in to the lounge, which in itself wasn't unusual except that she was wearing her short dressing gown. There was no indication at all that she was wearing anything underneath.

"Oh Wow. Hello," he said. "This is a nice surprise. Do I get to see what you're wearing underneath that gown."

"I hope it is a nice surprise. And no, you don't get to see what I'm wearing under this gown. Not yet anyway. Because I'm going to put this on you," Olivia said as she suddenly produced a piece of cloth and proceeded to use it to blindfold her husband.

So here Harry was. Blindfolded, a bit discombobulated, but excited and intrigued by what was going to happen next.

He felt Olivia slide in next to him on the sofa and he instinctively put his arms around her. She was still wearing her gown but he realised that she had loosened it as she had sat down. The sun had been streaming into the lounge all afternoon and so the room was warm.

Olivia kissed him passionately on the lips and he felt his left hand being taken and led inside the gown and placed on her right breast. His wife felt soft, warm, yielding.

"This is all a nice surprise," Harry said. "What prompted this treat for your lucky husband."

Olivia kissed him again before answering.

"Well I'm a bit embarrassed about admitting this, but this morning when you came out of the bathroom after showering I was still getting dressed and I noticed in the mirror that you were naked. You didn't realise I was looking. And ever since then, maybe 8 hours now, I haven't been able to get out of my mind the idea of getting hold of and playing with your body, playing with your penis. I decided that I couldn't wait until our toy arrives on Monday. That's a whole two days away. I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind?" Harry replied, his hand now reaching across to squeeze Olivia's left breast, enjoying its shape and the feeling of her nipple beneath his palm.

"Oh, and then I had another rather sexy thought," Olivia said. But more of that later. Right now I'm going to undress you."

Harry sensed Olivia shifting towards him and then he felt the sides of his polo shirt being pulled up. Reluctantly his hand left his wife's body so that the shirt could be removed over his head.

Olivia was in a determined mood and wasn't going to stop there. Harry felt one of her hands squeeze the front of his shorts, clearly roaming around his groin area seeking signs of his reaction to her attentions. Her search didn't take long. After a couple of well-placed squeezes she pulled down his fly-zip, undid the top buckle and pulled the shorts down and over his feet.

Harry was thinking several things at once. All good, as it happens.

The first thought was how wonderful it was that his wife was now as turned on by the sight of his body as he had always been turned on by the sight of hers.

His second thought was about what, if anything, Olivia was wearing under her gown.

And his third thought was about what Olivia had meant when she had said that she had another sexy idea.

His various thoughts were completely interrupted by the glorious feeling of Olivia putting her hand down inside his briefs and squeezing his already-very-excited-and-very-erect penis. The briefs soon went the same way as his shorts had done a few seconds before.

"That's what I wanted," Olivia said as she rubbed and squeezed him. "I've got lots of ideas for what to do with you. But right now I'm going to play a game with my blindfolded husband."

"A game? What sort of game?"

"This sort of game," Olivia said.

Nothing happened for about ten seconds. Harry heard a bit of rustling, but apart from that absolutely nothing.

Then he felt a finger on his chin and then another finger up against his lips. A moist finger. He opened his mouth and licked it, finding the beautiful sweet taste that he knew so well. The taste of his wife's vagina.

The finger disappeared after he had sucked all the goodness from it. There was then another gap of a few seconds before the finger reappeared again, even more wet, even more delectable.

"That is so good. It is the taste of you, beautiful you."

"I'm glad you like it. There is much more where that came from and I need some attention so could you please...."

Olivia kissed Harry again and simultaneously draped herself over his lap. Her gown had come completely open and Harry used his left hand to explore down the side of her body, quickly realising that she was completely naked. His hand wandered towards her stomach and then down between her open legs. A single probing finger rapidly discovered what he already knew, that she was as excited as he was. His brief exploration of her pussy elicited a cry of pleasure from his wife.

"My pussy has been wet like that all day to be honest," she said. "Too busy thinking about you."

Harry carried on exploring, more fingers coming into play. He made Olivia squirm and he felt her legs opening and closing as she moved to accentuate the feeling.

He was enjoying himself but now he felt his probing hand being gently removed by Olivia. The hand was placed back down a few inches away on Olivia's lower stomach.

"What do you feel here?" she asked.

Harry felt gently around the area but didn't touch anything he wasn't expecting.

"Go a little lower Darling."

Harry sent a finger back down towards Olivia's pussy, finding her little patch of pubic hair. He played with the hairs for a few seconds.

"Ah, good," she said. "You found it. So the other sexy thought I had was that right here, right now in the lounge, you could shave me. Make me completely smooth. You did so well with shaving me last week. I've got all the stuff ready."

"Oh Wow," Harry said. "If you are sure. That would be exciting. I'm going to need this blindfold off though, aren't I?"

"Yes, of course. Stay there and I will get everything ready."

Olivia got up and he heard her go just outside the door to retrieve whatever it was she had previously left there. He felt the draught as she laid out a towel or blanket on the sofa beside him and then she sat down next to him.

"Okay, I think we are ready now. You can kneel down on the floor and take off your blindfold."

With mounting excitement Harry did just that. He slowly positioned himself on the floor, realising as he did so just how blessed he was to be invited to sit between her open legs.

Harry now removed his blindfold. And there she was. His beautiful, sexy wife. Completely naked and smiling down at him, clearly pleased that he was there.

Harry took in the view of her for a few seconds, his gaze alternating between her pretty face, her sensational body and breasts and the close-up view he had from his low vantage point of a beautiful, moist, very expectant pussy.

"Mrs Dalton, you look amazing. I am so so lucky. Is it like last week that I have to work before I can enjoy?"

"Yes, of course. All the stuff you need should be on the tray behind you."

Harry pulled the tray nearer to take a look. He was impressed by Olivia's advance planning. He took the lid off a small bowl of warm water and wet a small cloth, turning around and then dampening the skin around his wife's special place. Then he reached for the small tube of shaving gel, rubbed it in to her skin and then picked up the pink razor he recognised from last week.

Directly between her legs Olivia's skin already seemed quite smooth. She must have shaved herself during the week. But he wasn't going to waste this opportunity to enjoy the up-close sight of her body. He shaved it all deftly, again enjoying the way that the lips of her pussy moved as he pulled her skin back.

Then Harry moved upwards.

"Are you sure about going completely bare?" he asked. "Last chance!"

"I am sure. Go for it."

It only took a few strokes of the razor and the job was complete. He wiped away all the shaved hair and gel with the damp cloth and then patted her dry with a small towel. Olivia leaned over to take a look at his handiwork and smiled.

"Good job, Darling. Now in the tray there's a little tube of massage oil that I thought we could try. But it might taste a bit funny so if you were thinking of trying your tongue on me first? And I sincerely hope you are...."

Harry had been thinking about doing exactly that. But touching first, he decided. He leant forward and got to work, determined to take his time. In recent weeks he had been getting more practice at this and now he felt more confident with his task, more sure that he knew how to make Olivia feel good.

So for the next few minutes he used all his new-found skills, first employing just the tip of one index finger as he slid it all around Olivia's pussy, outside and inside the complex folds of her moist lips, finding and distributing her natural lubrication. He loved the detailed exploration and knew he was doing well when Olivia started whimpering, particularly when he lingered and pressed in certain places between her lips and then when he teased her by inserting the very tip of his finger just inside her body.

"I don't know how you suddenly got so good at this," she murmured from above him. "I love you so damn much. Sex with you on a lazy Saturday afternoon. What could be better?"

Now it was time for Harry to bring his tongue into play. It followed much the same path as his finger had done and his actions brought a similar reaction from his wife. He felt her stretch her legs even wider apart and he responded by quickening his pace. Her breath quickened and her moans became louder.

Harry revelled in the new found intimacy Olivia was allowing him. The late afternoon sun continued to shine into their lounge and it seemed that that afternoon nothing was hidden from his finger, his eyes or his relentless, probing tongue.

He was still busy deep inside her tasty pussy when he felt her hands take hold of the back of his head. They encouraged him to increase the pressure he was applying and the speed with which he was applying it. Olivia's gave out a series of breathless gasps as Harry responded to her unspoken demands.

"Enough," Olivia suddenly declared. "I need a different part of your body now. Can you see the tube of oil?"

Harry could. He unscrewed the lid and squeezed some of the clear liquid over the whole area of Olivia's pussy. She got up from the sofa and motioned for her husband to take her place. Then she relieved him of the tube and coated his erect penis before climbing on top of him, one knee either side of his thighs. She kissed him fully on the lips and then looked down to position her moist pussy lips directly on top of Harry's erection, sliding herself backwards and forwards and clearly enjoying the feeling of him rubbing against her clitoris and her inner lips.

Harry used both hands to cup his wife's breasts and had the satisfaction of a smile and kiss blown in his direction. Then Olivia stretched up, a move that Harry took as a signal to tense and slightly raise the angle of his penis. He was obviously right to do so because he entered her as she lowered herself on to him and she let out a little gasp of excitement.

"That's what I wanted. Husband inside."

She started to move, flexing her knees so that he moved in and out of her. To Harry the sight of his gorgeous wife, her obvious enjoyment of him, her now-completely shaved body, the way that body was squeezing his penis... it all added up to something close to an idea of heaven.

"Let's try this," Olivia said as she looked behind her, finding Harry's knees and resting her hands on them. With Harry still inside her she shifted her feet forward and leant back, offering Harry the perfect view as she again started to move backwards and forwards. It was the first time they had ever made love in that way.

Then she climbed off him and knelt on the floor. Harry wondered briefly if she was going to use her mouth on him but it seemed she had other plans.

"Darling, you know how we made love in the bath last week? But I was a bit uncomfortable? Can we do that again here, right now? I've been thinking about it a lot. Do you want to get behind me down here?

That offer was too good to refuse.

Harry got down from the sofa, kissing his wife on the way past as he knelt down behind his wife. She was effectively hugging the sofa with the top half of her torso horizontal on the cushion facing away from him. Her legs were already apart and Harry nestled between them, bending down first of all to take in the view of his wife's perfect female form.

Harry knew that Olivia wanted him, and quickly. But why could he never resist either kissing or touching her pussy when it was available? He knew why -- because It always looked so enticing.

This time his quick decision was for touching, in fact not just touching because he put the index and middle finger of his right hand together, stretched them straight out, quickly licked them and then without warning put them straight inside Olivia's warm body.

She squirmed against his fingers and cried out. Harry took this as positive feedback and started to move his fingers in and out of Olivia's vagina, repeating the process maybe six or seven times before withdrawing them.

She knew what was coming next and somehow managed to move her thighs further apart to give him better access. Harry touched the tip of his penis against her entrance. Olivia cried out again as Harry took just a few seconds to bury himself inside her as far as he could.

"Oh God, that's good! I love you," she exclaimed as Harry now started to move inside her.

"I love you too. You feel amazing."

Harry held on to his wife's slim hips to give him leverage as he increased the tempo of his movements inside her. He reached to squeeze her breasts and she raised herself up a little to allow him access. He had an idea about something different to try but then realised that Olivia had now started to use her left hand to rub the front of her pussy so for a while he let things continue.

Then he withdrew from her.

"Let's try something new. Put your legs together," he said as he pulled back to give her room. He watched as she did as he had suggested, then approached her again with his knees apart and either side of Olivia's legs. He quickly entered her again and immediately noticed the subtly different feeling of being inside her like this.

"That's good. Keep going. I want you to come inside me Harry. Don't be too long," Olivia urged.

Harry raised himself up slightly to get more leverage, burying his penis deeper into Olivia who now seemed to be gasping for breath. And only a few seconds later he came. He stopped moving and she gasped more loudly when she realised that her husband was done. He stayed still for a while, enjoying the intense feeling as his climax seemed to go on for a long time, but then he sat back and watched as Olivia stayed in position but collapsed down against the sofa, for now apparently exhausted.

Harry reached out to caress Olivia's bottom. A few seconds later he was treated to the view of something he had never seen before, his cum starting to emerge from inside his wife. He found the sight incredibly erotic and was rather mesmerised for a second or two, but then had the sense to reach behind him and find the small damp cloth he had used earlier while shaving her.

"It's got a bit messy here. I'm just going to clean you up a bit," he said as he delicately wiped Olivia's pussy. She opened her legs a little to help him.

"Thank you Darling."

Olivia turned around and sat next to Harry on the floor, first reaching to give him a loving kiss.

"That was... just great. What I'd been hoping for all day," she said. "Although you were a bit naughty at the end."

"I thought it was fantastic. You were more than a little naughty too. Thank you for surprising me."

"And now our toy arrives in a couple of days," she reminded him. "I can't wait. More sex. Better sex. Bring it on."