The Fear of Flying Ch. 07

Sunday

The following morning Harry showered first. He was in their bedroom only half-dressed, trying to find a gym T-shirt that he seemed to have lost, when Olivia came out of the bathroom. She was following her now usual practice of emerging from her shower completely naked.

Harry turned to look at her, intending to take just a quick glance but then found himself unable to turn away. Even though her wet hair was a complete mess she just looked completely stunning.

"Do you like what you see?" Olivia asked, putting her towel down by her side so that Harry could have an unrestricted view.

"You look a million dollars. Make that ten million dollars. You are beautiful."

"I had a good look at myself in the bathroom and I was pretty impressed with myself as well. I do like the shaved look. Bit of a turn on, I think..."

Harry went over to Olivia, put his arms on her shoulders and gave her a big kiss, a kiss which she returned with interest.

"We shouldn't really make love today, should we?" Olivia asked. "Not after last night and with our toy arriving tomorrow. We should save ourselves. Do you think we can do that?"

Harry kissed her again.

"Sadly, I think you are right. We can't make love every day. We have housework and stuff to do today. Nice to have something to look forward to though."

And so they got on with their day. As the day progressed there was a very definite sexual tension between them. Whenever they passed each other in the house they took time to hold hands and sometimes to kiss.

Harry loved it and he knew that Olivia did too.

Monday

On Monday Harry was working at home when the doorbell rang and he went to answer it. The courier handed over a medium size box which Harry was pleased to see was completely anonymous. He was very tempted to look inside but was busy with work so he left the delivery on the floor in the hallway. That meant Olivia would see it when she finished work later in the day.

Which indeed she did. Harry was in the kitchen fixing a drink when she came in carrying the box. She dropped it on the side before kissing him.

Harry's level of anticipation had been increasing all afternoon and he had started to fantasise about the two of them making out in the bedroom as soon as his wife got in. So he kissed Olivia more passionately than he might normally have done at that stage of the day.

Olivia could obviously sense what Harry was thinking because she pulled away from him and put on her serious face.

"I'm sorry darling. I know we were looking forward to making love this evening, trying out our new toy. But my period has come a few days early so we won't be able to. I'm sorry but I'm sure you realise it's not my fault. Just one of those things."

Harry was mildly disappointed but this was, after all, just paradise postponed so it wasn't too hard to put on a brave face.

"That's okay sweetheart. Don't worry. We can wait and then because we've waited it will be even better. But let's open the box anyway because I'm pretty sure it is gift wrapped inside and we don't want to wait all week just looking at a brown cardboard wrapper."

When they opened the package Harry and Olivia found a bright pink box with a ribbon tied around it.

"It's quite a large box Harry," Olivia said. "Now I'm worried about what you've actually bought."

"Don't worry. As well as the toy I also bought some stuff they recommend to go with it. A kind of lubricant. So that's in there as well."

"Ah, good plan," Olivia replied. "You think of everything," she said, again kissing him.

"Oh, by the way. Dr Hughes' assistant rang me today. Apparently he is ill so I can't see him for my final appointment tomorrow. It's been postponed until the middle of next week. Thursday."

Harry shrugged his shoulders but was, of course, secretly now even more disappointed. Their lovemaking had improved immeasurably after Olivia's first two appointments and he had been hoping that with her third hypnosis session things would get even better. But, however disappointed he was, he took huge comfort from memories of the great sex he had been enjoying over the last two weeks.

He knew that he didn't have that much to complain about.

Thursday

The couple spent a normal weekday evening at home watching television. They were deeply into a new medical drama series and didn't want to miss the latest episode. Then they headed off to bed where they now were, each quietly reading their particular novels.

Harry was in a bit of a quandary. During Olivia's period Harry would normally indicate at least once that he could do with a bit of attention from his wife. Olivia always seemed to appreciate that, just because she didn't want to make love for a few days, Harry still had physical needs. So she would normally be quite happy to help, cuddling up in bed and bringing him to orgasm with her hand.

But the problem now was that Harry was under instructions from Doctor Hughes not to initiate any sexual activity. Should he do something to ask her? He decided it was worth the risk. He was, after all, not going to be pushing Olivia into anything she wasn't used to doing.

Olivia was holding her book with one hand and the other hand -- the one nearest to Harry -- was resting down by her side holding her bookmark. Harry reached out to hold it. Olivia smiled and they lay like that for a minute or so, two lovers holding hands. Then Harry made his move, slowly pulling both their hands under the duvet and in the direction of the front of his shorts.

"Ah. Does my husband need some attention down there?" Olivia asked, already knowing the answer to her own rhetorical question.

With Harry's help her hand had reached its destination. Olivia continued to read her book but now her hand messaged Harry's penis through the flimsy material. Harry was still holding his book but now he was paying zero attention to the words on the page.

After a minute Olivia put down her book, turned her bedside lamp to minimum and slithered down into the bed. Harry took this as an invitation for him to do the same. Olivia moved to pull down Harry's shorts and they were soon discarded somewhere down inside the bed.

Now Olivia got to work more intently with her hand, stroking her husband's penis backwards and forwards with her skilled hand. Harry pulled up his T-shirt so that it wouldn't get covered in cum when she had finished.

Harry turned his head towards his wife and they kissed, Olivia's hand still making him feel so good beneath the duvet.

"Thank you for doing this Darling. It feels really good," he told her.

"That's okay. It's fun. I like to show off my wifely skills sometimes. But... um... tell me... isn't this the way I did it last time and the time before that?" she asked.

"Yes...," Harry answered, unsure where this conversation was now going.

"Well it's time to do something a bit different then," she said, already moving. She stopped what she was doing with her hand, pulled down the duvet a short way and removed her top in one fluid movement. Then she laid down on her back, the beautiful top half of her body fully uncovered.

"Climb on top of me," she instructed her husband, as if she was in no mood to take 'no' for an answer.

Harry was more than happy to oblige. He lifted one leg over his wife's waist and knelt over her stomach. He threw off his T-shirt so that he was now completely naked.

"You do realise that like this your wife is in complete and utter control, don't you?" Olivia said, grinning. "I could take my time making you come by doing this," she said, using one hand to just tickle around his balls, "... or I could make you come quickly by doing this," now with two active hands squeezing and rubbing his erection.

Harry was hugely excited at what his wife was doing, mainly because not once in the past had Olivia let him come over her body. Was that now on the cards?

"I do realise you're in control and it's rather wonderful," Harry said. "But either way, you do realise that it's going to get a bit messy, don't you?"

"A bit messy? A BIT messy? I'm half naked, you find me and my body ridiculously sexy and I'm pretty damn good at this. And it must have been at least three days since you last came. So to be honest husband I'm hoping for more than just a bit messy."

Olivia alternated between her slow and fast approaches, alternately tickling him and then working his penis with one or both hands.

Harry was enjoying the view of the top part of Olivia's body and massaged each of her breasts in turn, playing with her small nipples. The sight of her was amazing, what she was doing was amazing and Harry felt himself getting close.

"I'm coming now," Harry said with some urgency, knowing that he had reached the point of no return. Olivia smiled and redoubled her efforts.

Harry cried out as he came. He watched as his cum shot on to Olivia's left breast. Later bursts landed alongside and on her stomach.

Harry was now spent and for a few seconds he just took in the scene, trying to put it in his long-term memory to recall in future.

He realised that Olivia was smiling up at him, apparently unperturbed by the mess on her body.

"That was amazing Olivia. You make me feel so special," Harry said.

"That's good. Because you are special and it's my job to make you feel that way."

"I don't know what to do now. Should I clean you up?"

"In a minute, no hurry. Bend down here and kiss me," Olivia said, beckoning her husband to bend down.

The kiss was tender, loving. Once completed, Harry sat back up again. Olivia now took hold of one of his hands, held it gently for a couple of seconds, then slowly but surely pulled it towards her breast. She turned his hand over and when it arrived she pressed the tips of his fingers against one of the little pools of cum and started rubbing in a circular motion.

That was all the prompting that Harry needed. He used the hand to massage his semen into her soft skin. His fingers travelled all over the area of Olivia's breasts, occasionally stopping to play with her small pink nipples.

"You are so beautiful and this is so intimate. I am the luckiest guy," Harry said. "I think I wanted to do this before but was too embarrassed to ask. Then you took the lead."

"It just seemed like a nice thing to let you do. You do touch me so nicely. If there's something either of us wants to do in bed, wants the other person to do to them in bed, it's okay to ask. The answer can always be no."

Eventually Olivia got up to clean herself up. Harry was treated to the rear view of his wife walking away from him and he wondered, yet again, why he found the sight of her in everyday cotton panties quite so alluring.

When she disappeared from view he was left in the bed contemplating the sudden and exciting improvement that had occurred in his sex life. And he looked over at the resting table and saw the unopened sex toy sitting there. Maybe the best was yet to come?

How was a man supposed to sleep?