The Fear of Flying Ch. 10

Sunday

Harry had been given his instructions just 15 minutes before. They were extremely clear and concise. He was to give his wife some time alone to get ready and then knock on the bedroom door.

He was punctual. He knocked and waited but it didn't take long for the door to be slowly opened. The bedroom looked very cosy with a small string of fairy lights glowing on their dressing table.

But Harry couldn't see his wife and he realised that she was hiding behind the door. He turned around.

"Hello Gorgeous," Olivia said as their eyes met. "I've been waiting for you."

Harry moved his eyes downward to look at Olivia. She was wearing some underwear he didn't recognise but instantly loved, a white lacy bralette and matching panties. And she had tied her hair up at the back and put on some make up. She looked incredibly sexy.

And the best part was... she was his wife. Not anybody else's. His.

"You look beautiful. Am I actually dreaming?" he said as he advanced towards Olivia and kissed her. She responded by hooking both arms around his neck and drawing him closer, deliberately prolonging the kiss.

"You are overdressed for this bedroom," Olivia whispered, now moving her hands away from Harry's neck to start undoing his shirt buttons. Once the shirt had been discarded she moved her hands down to the front of his trousers and felt around until she located what she was looking for.

"Oh good," she declared. "You are in the mood to make love to me."

Harry felt his wife start to tug at his belt and trousers. She was adept at the task and it wasn't long before the trousers were down at his knees. He backed away to sit on the bed so that he could complete the job of removing them altogether, eventually throwing them together with his socks onto their bedroom chair.

"Ah! Boxer shorts," Olivia said as she walked towards the bed. "Good choice. If I remember correctly those are the ones with the useful button at the front."

Olivia was standing in front of Harry who was still sitting on the bed. He was now able to admire his wife and her lingerie more closely. Both the bra and and the matching panties had a large pink bow in the centre. The panties were longer on the side than normal and looked particularly enticing. He was looking forward to exploring them much more closely.

"You look so good. Like a perfect picture," Harry said.

"I like compliments but the problem is that you don't touch pictures. But I want to be touched. I want to be touched by you. By my husband."

Harry reached out with his right hand and caressed Olivia's shoulder. She smiled and inclined her head towards his touch. His hand travelled down the lace shoulder strap until it reached the soft and welcoming shape of Olivia's left breast, a shape he squeezed then continued to caress before moving over to its equally perfect companion.

Olivia had her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the attention Harry was giving her. Encouraged by this reaction he moved his hand down the front of Olivia's body and started to play with the ribbon on the front of her panties. It was clear that she wanted to be touched even lower down because she parted her legs, allowing enough space for Harry to use three fingers to probe and squeeze his wife through the thin material directly underneath her body. He felt her push her slim hips against his fingers to accentuate the feeling of his touch.

The caressing went on for a full minute.

Harry was just at the point of deciding what to do next when Olivia took the lead. She hooked a finger into each side of her panties and pulled them down a few inches, just enough for Harry to see the very front of her pussy lips.

"That is such a sexy thing to do," Harry told his wife.

"It is, isn't it? I wouldn't have done that a few weeks ago. It's like a door has been opened into another part of our marriage and now I need you more and more. I've found myself thinking about sex with you nearly all the time, wanting you. And then when I'm with you I seem to keep doing increasingly naughty things."

"It's been beautiful Olivia. You are beautiful. I'm so lucky."

"Touch me Harry. I'm already wet down there."

The same three fingers that had been exploring outside the panties now started to move inside her exposed pussy. The wetness he immediately found increased his arousal. His middle finger progressed further and moved slowly inside Olivia, causing her to gasp.

"Oh, that's so good," Olivia murmured.

The feeling he was getting from his wife's warm, yielding, vagina was exquisite. He used his other hand to push the panties further down her thighs, then down over her knees where they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

Now unrestricted, Olivia shifted her legs further apart. Harry used the extra space to start moving his finger deeper into his wife, moving slowly but rhythmically. He then took the risk of disappointing her by removing the finger altogether, using it instead to gently rub the area of Olivia's clitoris. After a few seconds he slipped the finger back inside. He heard Olivia catch her breath.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," Harry said. "I'm just guessing what might make you feel nice."

"You are making me feel nice. I can't believe I'm letting you do this but I can't stop you because of how good it feels," Olivia reassured him. "Maybe more later. But it's time to move on now. We both know that tonight I need to practice making you feel good."

Olivia stepped away from her husband, his hand reluctantly left in mid-air. He raised the hand to his lips and licked the wet fingers, smiling at his wife as he did so.

Olivia smiled back then stepped forward to kiss him on the lips before grabbing two cushions and throwing them on the floor. She knelt down in front of him.

Harry could barely believe what his wife was happening. It was what he had been hoping for for so long and, until very recently, he had given up hope it would ever come to pass.

"Now as you know I have little experience with doing this, but with your help I'm going to learn," Olivia said. "I do want to learn."

"That's okay. There's no hurry. You just trying is fantastic. I know you love me."

Olivia looked down at Harry's boxer shorts. It wasn't difficult to see the outline of his erect penis and she leant forward to kiss him through the material, tracing the shape of him as she went.

"I'm afraid I was a bit naughty yesterday evening when you were out," Olivia said. "I went online and found a guide called 'How to give the man in your life the best oral sex'. I only had time to do the 'beginner' and 'intermediate' lessons though. I'm just hoping I can remember it all."

To say that Harry was surprised by this news was a complete understatement.

"Oh Wow!" Harry replied. "I'm impressed that you would do that."

Olivia smiled. "So let's see what I can remember. They reckon the first key word is 'View'. So as you can see I've already made sure there is enough light and that you can see me properly. And I've tied my hair up so that it doesn't get in the way. Oh, and maybe it's time to take this off now," she said as she stretched the bralette off to one side of her body and then pulled it off over her head in one deft movement.

As always the sight of his wife's breasts made Harry even more excited.

"You definitely score full marks on the view. I have a very clear view of a very sexy woman."

"The second key word in the lesson was 'Anticipation'," Olivia informed her husband. "I see no need to rush things. So if it's okay with you I'm going to take my time."

Olivia leant forward and again kissed the outline of Harry's penis inside his boxer shorts. Then she used her tongue to trace the same shape. It was only after a minute of doing this that her fingers came into play, slowly undoing the all-important front button.

Once it was undone she pulled apart the two sides of the opening in a mock attempt to look for something. But then she used one hand to reach inside, locating Harry's penis and pulling it out into the open.

"That's what I wanted," Olivia said, now looking up at her husband and smiling. She used the fingers of two hands to gently touch both sides of his erection, pulling back his foreskin.

"I think naked is best, don't you?" she said as now she pulled at the sides of his boxer shorts and encouraged Harry to stand up. She stretched the waist band over his penis to release it then completed the task of pulling the shorts completely off him. Harry sat back down on the bed and awaited Olivia's next move.

"Eyes," Olivia said. "They reckon that's the next important word when doing this to your lover. Look into his eyes as much as you can so that he can see you love him and are doing this to make him happy."

Harry thought to himself that when he watched porn movies the actresses would look often into the camera. Now Olivia was doing the same thing to him.

Olivia started by kissing the area at the top of each of Harry's thighs, right up to the edge of his scrotum. Then she looked right up at him and kept looking at him as she approached his erect penis. She used two fingers of one hand to hold him still as she planted the gentlest row of kisses along each side of his penis, starting at the base but avoiding the sensitive tip. Then she repeated the manoeuvre but with gentle licks off her tongue rather than kisses.

Olivia pulled away a few inches and smiled broadly. They both knew what was coming next and she wasn't going to disappoint.

Harry was so turned on, his penis so stiff, that Olivia didn't need any hands to hold him in place as she approached and then gently kissed in and around his engorged tip. Attention from her lips were again followed by attention from her tongue.

Harry felt like he was in Heaven. He was captivated by the sight and feeling of what Olivia was doing to him. And it wasn't just what she as doing. It was also the view he was enjoying of her beautiful face and of her amazing naked body. He was so totally engrossed in the sight of Olivia's breasts that it was only at the last instant that he realised his wife was now approaching the end of his penis with her mouth open.

Olivia slowly took the entire tip of his penis into her mouth, then withdrew to lick him a couple of times where she had just kissed. Then she engulfed him again, more deeply this time. Harry cried out with the feeling.

"That's so good," he said.

"Is it? I hope so. I'm having fun too. But I'm trying to remember the next key word. It begins with 'V' I think," Olivia said. "Ah, yes! Variation. That's the word."

And variation was what Harry was now treated to.

Olivia licked, she played, she sucked, she kissed, she smiled, she tickled, she murmured her enjoyment.

She sat back for a few seconds but then she touched him, she rubbed him, she lubricated him with her saliva, she laughed with him, she swirled with her tongue, she engulfed him. With her hands she explored him, she squeezed him, she stroked him. She turned her head slightly to pleasure him from a different angle and then she engulfed him again, taking his penis deep into her mouth and then slowly twisting him around inside.

And all the time she used her eyes to show him the depth of her love.

It was all getting too much for Harry.

"You are too good at this." Harry said. "I'm getting over excited. The training thing you looked at is obviously amazing. Maybe I should look at what I can learn about doing this to you?"

"You don't need any lessons in doing this to me," Olivia replied. "You are a master at making me excited with your mouth."

She kissed his tip once again and then looked thoughtful.

"In fact Darling... now I think of it... if I promised to come back to this task later would you mind spending just a few minutes reminding me of how good you are at using your skills on me?"

"Great idea. Come up here," Harry replied.

Olivia stood up and laid down on their big bed with her legs already slightly open, her position giving her husband no doubt about what she wanted or about the open invitation on offer. Harry reached behind her for two pillows and then encouraged his wife to raise her hips high off the bed. He slipped the pillows underneath her bottom and then settled in position.

"Not long ago I would have been too embarrassed to let you see me like this, to let you do this to me," Olivia said. "But now I want it so much. It's fun sharing our bodies, isn't it?"

"I am so looking forward to this," Harry said as he bent down to get close to her. He knew what was expected of him and he wasn't going to disappoint.

Every time he had done this recently Harry had learnt something new about his wife's pussy and exactly where and how it most needed his attention. It took a few minutes of intense but very enjoyable concentration, but it wasn't long before Harry had Olivia starting to writhe in pleasure at the treatment she was receiving from his tongue.

He wanted, as always, to bring Olivia to orgasm and he found himself debating the merits of stopping for a few seconds to reach for their Magic Wand toy, only a few feet away in his bedside drawer. They had only used it once before and jointly declared it a success.

That was what he decided to do.

"Hang on. I want to make it even better for you," he said as he moved to the side of the bed and grabbed the toy from the top drawer. He switched it on as he made his way back to his position in front of his wife, pressing the right buttons so that it was on a higher setting.

Olivia realised what Harry was intending. "I think that's what I was hoping you would do," she murmured in agreement.

She now knew that Harry was going to use the Wand but what she didn't know was what he intended to do with it.

Her husband had a plan.

For the moment he kept the toy aside as he again used his tongue along the full length of his wife's warm, wet, sweet and now very pliable pussy, traversing backwards and forwards several times and pressing as hard as he could. He felt Olivia's hand on the back of his head encouraging him.

Harry was hugely enjoying himself and could now tell that he had got Olivia back to the same level of excitement she had been in before the brief hiatus. Now was the time to take the next move. He moved back slightly because he wanted to have a good view of what he was now going to do.

He held the vibrating toy up to the tight entrance to his lover's vagina and without giving any prior warning he slipped it inside her as far as he could.

Olivia cried out with the initial surprise of being filled by the toy and then she cried out again once Harry restarted with his tongue, now focussing on the small fleshy spot buried towards the front of her opening. He had kept the thumb and index finger of his right hand holding the Wand and had enough leeway to gently move it in and out of Olivia. He also pressed what he believed to be the pulse button on the bottom of the toy.

It was clear from the noises she was making that Olivia was starting to climax. The movements of her body became more uncontrollable and Harry had difficulty keeping his tongue focused on its target.

"Oh God, I'm coming. So good! Don't stop!" Olivia cried.

Only a few more seconds and Harry's job was done. Olivia cried out, half-shouting with joy as her body convulsed. She raised her bottom high above the two pillows that had been supporting her and Harry found his head squeezed between Olivia's thighs as she alternately closed and opened her legs trying to intensify the pleasure from her orgasm.

Eventually she settled back down. Harry removed the Wand and switched it off. He couldn't resist planting a few final kisses on his wife's pussy while his two hands reached along the sides of her body to find and then caress her breasts.

"Husband - You are a magician. That was the best. Come here," Olivia said, motioning him over to the side of her and then kissing him fully on the lips. "I love you."

"Happy to oblige," Harry replied. "I like it when it is obvious I am making you feel good."

They lay hugging each other for a short while and then Olivia started to move.

"I have unfinished business to attend to," she said. "I was already planning to make you feel good but after that you deserve the absolute best. Come back over this side."

Harry was more than pleased to take up his position on the side of the bed where he had been before. He was also delighted to see Olivia kneel back down on the floor in front of him. He expected her to immediately resume her attentions on the part of his body where he wanted it most.

And she did, but not in the way he was expecting. Olivia stretched up using Harry's thighs for support and then leant forward so that her breasts touched up against and then started caressing his penis from side to side. Harry had the perfect view of his pretty, sexy, completely naked wife using her body to make him feel good. And by the smile she had on her face she was clearly enjoying doing it to him.

Harry loved the shape of his wife's breasts and the way her pink nipples were in millimetre-perfect proportion. Just like the rest of her body in fact.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your breasts?" Harry asked.

Olivia laughed. "Only about 10,000 times," she replied, only exaggerating slightly. "I don't mind. I like my breasts too. Happy to share."

After a minute of this treatment Olivia bent down again. On the way down she reached for something on the floor.

"Look what I've found," she said, holding up the panties she had been wearing before they had been discarded. She playfully hooked them around the near-vertical penis in front of her and played with them a bit, purposefully dragging the lace edge over the tip of his shaft. Harry enjoyed the delicate friction they were creating on his ultra-sensitive skin. Olivia then dextrously pulled the material back a little, exposing just his tip which received a single kiss and a single lick from an exploring, flexible tongue.

"The next word was Depth," Olivia explained. "'See how much of your man's length you can take into your mouth'."

She discarded the panties and her hands disappeared from view. She looked Harry straight in the eye and opened her mouth to disclose a tongue that was saturated with her saliva, using this to do a fantastic job of spreading the wetness all over the tip of his penis before proceeding to wrap her lips around it.

At the start of the penis's journey into her mouth Harry could feel her tongue playing with him inside. Then as the steady journey reached its end the feeling changed and then he focused on the view -- the beautiful view - of what she was doing.

This was what he had waited so long for his wife to do to him. Both the sensation and the sight of it were exquisite.

Olivia retreated but then repeated the process a second, wonderful, time.

Then things picked up pace.

"Hands," Olivia declared, as one of hers reappeared to take hold of Harry's erection. She started to massage him up and down at the same time as using her mouth.

It was all becoming too nice for Harry and it was only after a few seconds that he knew he should warn his wife.

"It's too good Livvy. I'm going to come," he warned.

Olivia heeded the warning and took her mouth away.

"That's okay Darling," she said. "I love you."

Her hand kept up the same frantic pace and Harry started to come. He groaned loudly as the first shoot of his cum went up in the air a few inches and then disappeared in front of Olivia. Harry noticed the look of surprise and delight on his wife's face as they both watched the subsequent streams of cum emerge from the tip of his penis, most of it ending up on Olivia's hand.

"I did it!" Olivia exclaimed, "Was that good?"

"Was that good?" Harry replied in a mocking voice. "That was the best Livvy. You were amazing."

Olivia looked back at Harry's penis and her messy hand still holding it. For some reason she looked puzzled.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I'm okay I think. But I've got this strange repetitive voice in my head. It's saying...'I like the taste...', 'I like the taste of my husband's semen'... It's really weird and..."

Olivia bent down a little and licked the tip of Harry's erection where a small amount of his cum had finished up. Then she briefly took the whole head of his penis into her mouth.

"The voice is right," she declared. "I do like the taste. But how did I know? I've never... That's so strange."

Harry had a pretty good idea where the voice in Olivia's brain had come from but for the moment he said nothing. He was mesmerised, watching his wife as she removed her hand from around his penis and moved it nearer her mouth. Her tongue licked a small patch of cum from her thumb and then a larger patch from the back of her hand. She smiled at Harry with a rather dazed look on her face.

"I nearly forgot the last key word," she said. "'Afterwards'. Your partner will be very sensitive now but will really enjoy more of your attention."

And more of Olivia's gentle attention on the tip of his penis was what Harry now received. She took hold of him again and spent a minute steadily licking and kissing him. Then one final effort to take as much of his length as possible into her mouth before letting him go and sitting back.

Harry had been worried that the first stream of his cum had fallen on their bedroom rug. But now he could see that it had in fact landed in the middle of Olivia's right breast. He found the sight of it very erotic.

"Have you seen what's happened down there?" he asked.

Olivia looked down at where Harry was pointing and giggled.

"Oh dear," Olivia said. She scooped up most of the cum on her breast with her clean hand, lifted the finger up to her mouth, looked Harry in the eye and then licked the finger clean and giggled again.

"Give me a minute," she then said as she got up and went over to their chest of drawers to pick up the box of tissues. She wiped her hands and her breast and then came to lie on the bed alongside Harry.

"That was all very naughty, wasn't it?" she said.

"I don't know about naughty," Harry replied. "I thought it was wonderful. Thank you."

They held each other for a while and then Olivia spoke.

"I've realised what that voice was in my head, telling me about the taste of you. It was Roger Hughes' voice. He must have said that during my hypnosis, like I wasn't fully asleep or something so I remembered it."

Harry knew that Olivia was right. Her enjoying the taste of his semen was something that he had ticked on Doctor Hughes' list those few short weeks ago. Yes, Olivia had asked the doctor to help her with her phobia of giving him oral sex but not to go the extra step of tasting his semen. She would now have every reason to be annoyed.

It turned out that Harry need not have worried.

"The doctor is so clever, isn't he?" Olivia said. "I asked him to help me and he added something else as well. To make our love life better. He's an amazing guy."

Harry was off the hook. Thank goodness. He breathed a huge inner sigh of relief.

"He does seem to have done us both a favour, although of course we still don't know if he's fixed your fear of flying."

"Yes. We need to think about that," Olivia said. "I wonder if we can afford a sexy weekend away somewhere soon. Meanwhile, you do realise that now I'm used to using my mouth on you I'm going to have to make up for lost time. I'm going to have to do it every time we make love. And it's going to be a useful skill when I've got my wrong time of the month, isn't it?"

"Can I ask a really cheeky question?" Harry said after a few seconds.

"Well, you can ask."

"Did that online guide you looked at last night have an 'advanced' level?"

"That is indeed a cheeky question. The answer is 'Yes' but you are going to have to be a very good husband if you want me to watch it."

Harry laughed. "I don't really understand what's happened recently," he said. "It's been incredible. I keep thinking I'm going to suddenly wake up from the most wonderful dream but all that happens is that every week and every day the dream keeps getting better and better. All thanks to my beautiful wife."

Olivia didn't say anything. She just smiled and kissed him.

Everything had been said.

Monday

Both Harry and Olivia were working at home the following day, basing themselves in different parts of the small house. Mid-morning they were both in the kitchen getting a drink and while they were waiting for the coffee machine to warm up they ended up giving each other a hug and then a gentle kiss.

"Hello Mr Dalton. How are you today?" Olivia asked quietly in her husband's ear.

"I'm feeling great today, thank you," Harry replied. "You see last night I made love to my beautiful wife and it was generally... well, amazing to be honest. And I did a pretty good job of making her feel good as well. So this morning I'm on top of the world. Thank you for asking. And what about you Mrs Dalton? How are you?"

"Oh, I'm pretty good as well," Olivia responded. "What you said is an incredible coincidence because last night I made love as well but to my beautiful husband. He did all sorts of wonderful things to make me come and then for the very first time I brought him to a climax with my mouth. This seemed to make him very happy. So I'm feeling very proud of myself."

"Your husband sounds like a very lucky guy. I think he'll be hoping for more treatment like that soon."

"I think we are both really lucky. And if he behaves himself well... anything's possible."

They kissed again then parted, both full of recent memories and both smiling at their little romantic game.

To say Harry was delighted with the way his love life had improved was a complete understatement. He felt like a changed man, certainly much more self-confident. Somebody at work had already commented about how relaxed and engaged he seemed to be and asked what had happened. He had to bluff, saying something about going to the gym more often and getting more exercise than he used to.

The truth was that he was getting more exercise but it was mainly in the bedroom with his gorgeous wife.