The Fear of Flying Ch. 11

Thursday

One morning in the middle of the following week Harry was working at home when an email arrived from Olivia. As he started to read it he found his heart rate quickening with every word...

Darling

I know that you have been enjoying the recent change in our love life thanks to the amazing work of Doctor Hughes. And you know that I have been enjoying it too! So we are both happy.

I realised the other day that over the last few weeks it has always been me that has been taking the lead when we make love.

That doesn't seem very fair does it?

So tonight it is your turn. I'm sure you have some things that you would like us to do. Or that you would like me to do. Tonight is the night. You now have a few hours to dig out those fantasies from the back of your brain so that we can put them into action later.

I am a little nervous about doing this but I know you love me very much. So I am nervous but more than a little bit excited.

20.00 in our bedroom?

This wasn't the first time in the last few weeks that Harry had been gobsmacked by the actions of his wife, but this took things to a whole new level. He was immediately turned on but somehow had to keep focussed on his busy day in the office, including at least two meetings with important clients.

Olivia was correct in saying that she had been taking the lead in their recent lovemaking. But what she didn't know was that Harry had been under strict instructions from Doctor Hughes to let that happen during her treatment. But, now that her hypnosis sessions had finished, Harry saw no reason not to take his wife up on her generous offer.

Harry got home a little late that evening. On the way he had to divert to a nearby shopping centre for an emergency purchase. Fortunately, he found what he wanted quite quickly.

Olivia was already in the kitchen cooking when he got in. They greeted each other with a kiss as usual and Harry noticed that she had done something different with her hair. She looked fantastic.

Neither said anything about Olivia's earlier email or their plans for the evening. It was only at about 7.30, after they had eaten and cleared up, that Olivia put her arms around her husband and spoke quietly in his ear.

"So, Darling, you got my email this morning? If I go to our bedroom now to get prepared do you want to join me when you're ready?"

"Actually no," Harry said in a calm, authoritative voice. "I've been asked to take charge this evening. I'm going to our bedroom now to retrieve some things. I'll only be five minutes. Then you can go in. But I will then see you in the lounge in about 30 minutes."

Olivia was obviously a little surprised by this turn of events.

"Okay," she said in a voice that didn't hide her slight apprehension. "You'd better get on with it then."

Harry picked up the bag he had brought in from the car and went upstairs. The shop assistant had offered to gift-wrap his purchase, a very useful suggestion. All he had to do was put the present in the middle of their bed. There was no way Olivia wasn't going to see it. Then he quickly changed his clothes, picked up the other things he needed, left the room and called to Olivia that the room was now hers.

Harry was very organised. He started to work on the list he had made in his head of what needed doing. The first task in the living room was to turn the heating on so that the room was going to be nice and cosy. He had to make a trip to the kitchen and returned with a little pot which he put just out of sight under the sofa. He realised that things could get a little messy later on so he went to find a couple of old blankets and towels from their airing cupboard. He lit the candles that they always kept in the room and put on some quiet background music.

He was nervous but ridiculously excited.

Almost on the dot of 8 o'clock there was a nervous knock on the door and Olivia came into the room.

"Wow," she said as she glanced around the lounge. "This looks so nice. You've been busy."

Harry noticed several things about his wife.

Firstly, she was wearing her thin dressing gown, something he had been expecting as the rest of the house wasn't so warm. But it did mean that he would have to wait a little longer to see the effect of what she was wearing underneath.

Second, she was carrying a medium-sized cloth bag, something she now put down on the floor. He had no idea what was in it.

And thirdly... she looked absolutely stunning. Most of the last 20 or so minutes had clearly been spent applying make up. The sight of her made him feel even more excited. This was his wife for goodness sake. How could he have been so lucky?

The two lovers walked towards each other, embraced and kissed.

"You've been busy in here. The room looks amazing," Olivia said. "Nice and warm too,"

"I'm glad you like it."

"Thank you for the present you left on the bed for me to wear. It's very sexy. You will be pleased to hear that it does fit."

"I'm glad. What's in the bag?" Harry asked, his curiosity now getting the better of him.

"Ah yes. So we know that you are soon going to be away for a week on business. This is a bit sad particularly since our love life has been so good recently. So I thought it would be nice if, while you are away, I could send you something to remind you of me... and us."

Olivia lowered her voice and moved her mouth close to Harry's right ear.

"I think they call it a sex tape," she whispered.

"You're planning to make a sex tape? Wow! That seems like a great idea."

"I've already started in fact. While I was in the shower and getting dressed this morning. And just now upstairs while I was getting ready. But that's obviously just been of me. I was wondering if this evening we could do some more recording... of me, yes, but also of us. Together. I borrowed a gadget from the office..."

Olivia reached down into the bag. First she produced her mobile phone, then the stand that she used at home to hold her phone when she made work video calls. Finally she produced a plastic device that Harry vaguely recognised.

"That's one of those things the video woman used at Sophie & Alex's wedding, isn't it? What's it called?"

"It's called a gimbal. Helps avoid camera shake. You do this...."

Olivia showed Harry to insert the phone and how to operate the simple controls on the gimbal. Then she put it down on the sofa and turned to hug her husband.

"Now you're probably hoping that I'm going to take this dressing gown off. But first I think you need to get undressed because otherwise once I remove my gown you will have way more clothes on than me."

She started to undo the buttons on Harry's shirt and then waited for him to slip if off. Then she started work on his belt and trouser buttons. She watched as he sat down to remove his trousers and socks, kissing him again when he stood back up, now wearing just his briefs.

"How's that?" Harry asked.

"Much, much better."

Olivia looked down and played for a few seconds with the belt on her gown before releasing it. A shrug of her shoulders and the gown fell to the floor.

Harry was immediately extremely pleased with himself. He hadn't spent long in the lingerie shop on the way home -- no more than ten minutes - but he had chosen very wisely. As he had walked into the shop he had seen the white lace two-piece set displayed on a plastic mannequin. Needless to say the set looked a whole lot better on his gorgeous, slim wife.

The top piece was fastened by a single small button at her neck where the two layers of fabric overlapped by just a couple of inches. From there the leading edge of each layer splayed out in a diagonal straight line towards the sides of Olivia's waist, which meant that the bare skin of her stomach was visible from a point directly below her breasts. The material was like an open crochet and quite see-through in places. Harry loved the way that the skin of Olivia's breasts and her nipples were tantalisingly visible through the fabric as she moved.

The bottom piece of the set was a simple pair of bikini panties made of the same material.

"You look stunning," Harry said after his 15-second top and bottom review of his wife. "I knew you would."

"Well thank you for the outfit. I like it. I was a bit confused and nearly put it on back to front but then I found the label. I do feel more than a little turned on just wearing it."

Olivia approached Harry and the two embraced and kissed. The hands of the two lovers explored and squeezed each other's shoulders, backs, waists and bottoms at the same time as their lips and tongues made their own explorations.

"What do you want to do?" Olivia asked. "Should we cuddle on the sofa?"

"Not yet. I'd like you to sit on the sofa but I want to watch you... to watch you touch yourself. And get slowly undressed. If that's okay, of course. It's one of my fantasies Livvy."

"Well, it sounds kind of fun. I will see what I can do." Olivia moved to sit on the sofa, positioning herself quite demurely with her knees together.

"Perhaps you'd like to film me?"

"Good plan," Harry replied as he reached for the phone and attached the gimbal to it. "But I'm sure you realise that there will come a point when I will just have to touch you."

Harry situated himself in front of Olivia, sitting down on their large footstool that doubled as their lounge coffee table. Harry had plans for how that item of furniture was going to be used later on and he had also thought to cover it with a blanket.

He switched the iPhone camera on and focused all his attention on his wife.

Olivia could see that she now had her husband's full attention.

She started by using both hands to trace the outline of her shoulders and the tops of her arms. Then her fingers reached lower, moving slowly over her breasts and down to her bare stomach, before retracing the same movement in reverse. She was concentrating hard, her gaze alternating between Harry's eyes, the camera lens and her own body.

She used the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to play with her right nipple beneath the material, then did the same with her other hand on her left nipple.

Harry watched as Olivia's hand then slipped under the material of the lace. He wished it was his hand feeling her soft skin and not hers, but he knew that his chance would come soon enough. But he also had the reassuring knowledge that if he reached for her now she would not resist.

Suddenly Harry saw Olivia smile and look him straight in the eye, her eyes wide and staring. She had started to play a game.

How soon would her husband stop looking directly at her now that, in the periphery of his vision, he could see her hands slowly pushing back the material on each side of her flimsy top to reveal herself to him.

The answer to the question was.... not very long. Harry's eyes soon slipped downwards to take in the view of two flawless and inviting breasts.

Olivia put an elbow through one of the garment's armholes and wriggled to remove it completely over her head. She gave him about ten seconds to look at her before licking the fingers of one hand and rubbing them over each of her nipples in turn.

Her other hand slowly traced a line down the centre of her stomach. When her fingers reached her navel her legs opened slowly, almost as if she was greeting her hand's arrival. She brought her feet up from the floor and put them on the edge of the sofa to each side of her.

Harry found himself fascinated by the small contours, the minute undulations of the small patch of lace between his wife's legs and the way that the shape of her body underneath the material led to those undulations moving as she did.

His view was interrupted by the arrival of Olivia's fingers in the same place. She made small circling motions with two fingers and she closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the pleasure her movements were bringing.

"I always remember the first time you touched me like this," Olivia said quietly, her fingers continuing to caress herself as she spoke. "We were on our third date and we were cuddling on the sofa in your flat. You started to touch me here through my underwear very gently and it felt amazing, but for some reason -- innocence I suppose - I resisted and pulled your fingers away. What you didn't realise was that if you had immediately tried again I wouldn't have been able to resist. But you didn't. You pulled away and that's what helped me realise what a great person you are. But now of course we are complete lovers. I adore you."

"I do remember that. I always knew you were worth waiting for. Just look at you now. You are beautiful and you have a beautiful body that you let me share."

"Bring that candle a bit nearer," Olivia said. "And get that camera ready for a close-up."

Harry moved the candle as instructed and then held the camera closer to Olivia'a face. It clearly wasn't what she had in mind because she used one finger to signal that she wanted the camera lower on her body. It was only then that Harry realised what she was going to do.

She put her legs together and raised them vertically in the air. Hooking the thumbs of each hand in the back of her panties, she slowly, inch by inch, started to peel them off around her bottom.

Harry made sure that both he and the camera were in the right place to enjoy the beautiful sight as Olivia's pussy was revealed. It was totally clear from his very first view just how excited she was. Her intimate lips glistened with moisture and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to deny himself the sweet taste of his lover for too long.

Olivia pulled her panties completely off and threw them to one side, moving quickly to put her feet back on the sofa with her legs apart.

Harry moved his gaze to spend a few seconds taking in the overall view of her. She was so slim and so perfectly proportioned. Her tan lines were long gone and her skin looked faultless. For the first time he realised that she was wearing small earrings and a small matching necklace which fell beautifully between her breasts.

He was so damned lucky.

"So how am I doing husband? Do you want me to continue with the show?" she asked, breaking Harry's concentration.

"You have been amazing. It's like I've died and gone to heaven. But enough I think. Give me a minute," Harry said. He stood up and paused to put the camera phone, still filming (he checked), in the holder on a small table a few feet away where it would be able to capture what was going to happen next.

That done, he shifted the footstool back a little so that he could kneel down between Olivia's open legs. On the way down he reached over to give his wife a passionate and completely reciprocated kiss on the mouth. Two breasts also got kissed before he settled himself on the floor directly in front of his wife, his face just a few inches away from the source of the arousing, sweet smell that had been driving him completely wild for the last few minutes.

First Harry deployed the index finger of each hand either side of Olivia's opening. He gently caressed her skin, at the same time pulling slightly to open up her lips, heightening his enjoyment of the view and perhaps also her enjoyment of what was coming next.

"Your skin is so smooth down here. How do you do that?"

"So you noticed. Well done. I shaved myself quickly in the shower this morning. It's not as if I wasn't expecting you -- wanting you - to be up close tonight."

Now it was time. He kissed the area where his fingers had been then headed inside to kiss Olivia's centre. She gasped at the sensation and gasped again when Harry's tongue came into play. Then he backed away and started to stand up.

"I hope I'm going to get more attention than that. After all my efforts?" Olivia said, clearly disappointed.

"You are going to get lots more attention down there. But if it's okay I'd like us to do something else... that thing where we both use our mouths on each other at the same time. But you need to undress me first."

"Good plan," Olivia replied, now standing up herself and reaching to pull down her husband's briefs before kneeling down to remove them over his feet.

Now Harry was as naked as she was and he saw her looking up at his erect penis standing out from his body.

He hoped she would and she did.

She stretched up and kissed his penis very gently, licked up and down his length on either side then took the very tip of him completely in her mouth.

It was the first time she had ever done that with him standing up.

Harry loved the view of her face looking up at him and, below, the captivating outline of her small breasts as they bobbed in time with the movements of her mouth.

There would have to be more of this and hopefully soon.

"Right, I think that's fair. About the same time you spent on me," Olvia said. "Shall we get together on the rug down there?"

Harry saw where she was pointing and laid down on his back, clearly indicating that he wanted Olivia to be on top of him. He saw her remove a simple hair band from her wrist to tie her hair back.

"I've just had a rather naughty idea," Olvia said. "We can use this for the sex tape." She went to grab the camera phone and the cradle it was in. She checked the settings and then put it down between Harry's feet. Then her gorgeous naked body straddled him with her head facing the camera which meant that, with her knees on the rug either side of him, Harry again found himself up close and personal with the most intimate part of his wife's anatomy.

"Can I assume that you give your consent for your penis to be filmed?" Olivia asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Oh yes, certainly. I'm looking forward to this."

"Good. So from now on If I start talking then I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the camera. And of course every second you are talking when I don't want you to will be one second that you are not doing nice things to my body."

Harry had got his very clear instructions. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect next but didn't mind because with a warm moist pussy in front of him he had no trouble amusing himself. He started very slowly and very gently kissing what lay in front of him.

Then Olivia started talking. Harry stopped what he was doing and listened.

"Hello Darling. So this is me, you're loving wife Olivia and you will recognise this because it is your penis. It is quite impressive at the moment - because we've been making love for a while now and it's quite aroused which, although I say it myself, isn't surprising because as you keep telling me I am both sexy and gorgeous."

While Olivia talked Harry could feel her idly stroking his penis with the fingertips of one hand. And now she had just paused for breath he could feel her giving his tip a few gentle kisses.

"So we've never really done this position before which is probably my fault. But now we are definitely making up for lost time. What's nice about this for me is that I get to play with a sexy sensitive part of you and make you feel good, but down behind me you can kiss and lick and generally do all sorts of pleasurable things to me. I know i am now very wet and very excited. If I stop talking now you will probably lick me again."

Harry did just that. He tensed his tongue and angled it sideways, pushing it deeply into the soft sweet fleshy folds of skin in front of him. He lingered over the front of her entrance, pressing strongly against the buried harder spot he was beginning to know so well. Olivia groaned with the feel of it, her lithe body shifting from side to side, forward and back, enjoying and accentuating her pleasure.

"That was your tongue on my clitoris. You have got so good at doing that. Now it's my turn to try a bit harder."

Harry felt his penis being held in the fingers of two hands and then the glorious sensation of Olivia's lips being wrapped around the whole of his tip. Inside her mouth he could feel that her tongue was active, playing with him, stroking him. Then the feeling of her tongue disappeared as more of him was engulfed.

The narrow gap between their two bodies afforded Harry only brief glances of what Olivia was doing but he found the view incredibly erotic. He stroked Olivia's back with his left hand then reached lower around her thigh to squeeze her breast. He briefly did the same with his other hand on her right breast but then retrieved it, bringing the hand back around his wife's bottom.

He moved his head slightly away from Olivia to make room and then, with no prior warning, slipped his index finger deep into her vagina.

He felt Olivia tense slightly and she let out a gentle moan, the volume of which was clearly restricted by the contents of her mouth. After a few seconds of further work on his penis she stopped.

"Now you've put your finger inside me," she said. "It feels so good. I'm looking forward to your finger being replaced by this beautiful part of you I'm holding so I'm going to stop in a minute."

She did stop about 60 seconds later but it was a wonderfully memorable 60 seconds. It was spent with Harry keeping his one lucky and probing finger still but with Olivia moving her body back and forth, pivoting on her knees so that his finger moved in and out of her body. And, as her body rocked, so her mouth drove Harry close to the point of no return.

"I hope you enjoyed watching that Darling," Olivia said eventually, still speaking to the camera. "Time to move on."

Olivia got up from the floor and Harry closely followed. He motioned for her to sit down on the end of the footstool and he knelt down in front of her. She bent down and they kissed before Harry leaned back and looked at his wife.

It had only been ten minutes but he needed to remind himself just how pretty her face was and just how perfect her body was. She smiled and let him ogle her.

"Are you okay Livvy? Harry asked. "If it's all too much we can stop."

"Oh God, no Harry. Don't stop. It's amazing. You make me feel so good."

They kissed again.

"This is the sex life you always wanted, isn't it?" Olivia said. "And it also turns out to be the sex life I never knew I wanted but now want all the time. Now check where that camera is pointing and work some more magic on me."

Harry checked and satisfied himself that the camera was going to be recording the next part of their lovemaking. Meanwhile Olivia placed her feet on the corner of the footstool, opening her legs.

Harry moved to take advantage, staying on his knees but stretching upwards. On the way he quietly reached for the contents of the small pot he had hidden under the sofa.

Olivia wanted him and when the tip of his rigid penis touched up against her entrance she squirmed with pleasure, expecting him to waste no time entering her.

All of her concentration was focused on that one erogenous zone.

So when she felt the ice cube on her left nipple the cold shock of it made her jump and cry out.

"What's that?" she screamed, before looking and discovering half a second later exactly what it was. "That is so... naughty."

Harry had already transferred the ice cube to the other side of Olivia's body and was now enjoying the sight of two enlarged nipples on his wife's gorgeous breasts. He moved the ice cube slowly but inexorably down her stomach and pulled his penis away slightly from her body, indicating without any doubt where the ice was headed. Olivia squirmed away from it but avoidance was clearly helpless.

But Harry bypassed the most sensitive part of her body and slid the cube to the inside of both her thighs.

Olivia cried out again when the ice cube moved inside to reach her clitoris. By now it seemed that she was starting to embrace what was happening, moving towards the experience rather than trying to avoid it. Harry took the cube lower inside her folds of skin to the point where the end of his penis had been so recently. He let it linger there for a few seconds, just moving it slowly around her opening for a few tantalising seconds.

Olivia made a continuous whimpering noise, unsure whether the feeling was pain or pleasure but trusting her husband enough to live in the moment.

Harry had the next move planned. He discarded the largely-melted cube on to the rug by the side of him, bent down and briefly used his tongue to provide new warmth to his wife's cold pussy. Then he stretched back up, put the tip of his penis where it had been a minute earlier, pushed to enter her as far as he could and then started moving inside her.

Olivia raised her legs off the floor so that they were suspended in mid-air, inevitably shaking in time with her husband's movements inside her.

Harry felt like he had never felt before, the feeling of his hard penis inside his wife taking him to new heights. How was it possible for her body to not only look so damn good but at the same time provide exactly the right amount of pressure? The right amount of moisture?

And even with the heights of recent weeks he had never seen Olivia so obviously enthralled by their lovemaking.

Harry withdrew his penis briefly and used the tip to rub against Olivia's clitoris for a few seconds. Then he quickly entered her again.

"I love you," Olivia cried. "I love you."

"I love you too Livvy. So much."

Harry realised that he needed a break. The excess of unrelenting pleasure he was experiencing meant that he was going to come too soon. He withdrew and moved towards the left side of the footstool, closer to Olivia's head.

Her eyes followed him as he made his way round. She knew what he was hoping she would do and she reached out with her right hand, taking his penis and drawing it to towards her mouth. They were way past the gentle lovemaking stage and she lay still while Harry started the same movement in and out of her mouth he had just been doing to another part of her body.

Olivia's left hand now came into use, enthusiastically seeking and obviously finding exactly the right spot between her legs to increase her pleasure.

He withdrew and for a few seconds just enjoyed -- for the second time that evening - the erotic sight of his wife touching herself. Then he moved back down towards and then between her open legs.

"Have you got any more ice cubes?" Olivia asked, her tone somewhat demanding. "Give me one."

Harry obliged and placed a piece of ice into her hand. Olivia was a woman with a mission and wasted no time transferring the ice cube down to her pussy. Her other hand had stayed active down there so just for the moment Harry was confused about what to do. Did she want him involved while she was touching herself?

It turned out that she did.

"Enter me again," she demanded. "The ice... so good.... I need you now."

What Olivia wanted was what Harry wanted. The ice was moved out of the way to allow his penis to enter and Harry could immediately tell from his wife's reaction that she was bringing herself close to a climax. She squeezed the ice against her clitoris, all the while emitting uncontrollable, breathless moans.

Her body started rocking from side to side and just a few seconds later she held herself completely still as her orgasm took effect. Harry felt her vagina rhythmically contract around his penis, something he had never felt before. Then after one long groan of pleasure her body relaxed and she slowly came back to her senses.

"What about you? You need to come too. Come over here," she said hurriedly.

Harry quickly made for the side of the footstool where he had been before.

"I'm going to make you come," she said, reaching for his still very erect penis. She squeezed and rubbed him with two hands and it was only a few seconds before Harry felt himself reach the point of no return.

"It's happening now Livvy," Harry warned her.

What happened next was beyond Harry's wildest expectations. She sidled over a few inches on the footstool and pulled him over towards her face, opening her mouth just at the point when he started to come.

The first stream went over her left cheek, her chin and down to her neck, while the second shot straight into her welcoming mouth. With Harry still coming she then wrapped her lips around the whole end of him and held him there for a few glorious seconds until she could tell that her husband was completely spent.

Harry was in some kind of sexual heaven but recovered enough to have a very timely idea.

"Don't move," he said as he left his wife for all of five seconds to retrieve the camera phone from the floor a few feet away. He checked it was still switched on and then went back to his place kneeling next to Olivia's face. She smiled as she saw his penis again come close. Harry held the camera above her and she smiled again with the understanding of what he now expected she would do.

Olivia slowly opened her mouth to reveal a tongue covered with his cum before approaching to again take him into her mouth. Harry watched mesmerised as she transferred his cum from her mouth back to its source and then licked it back off, something she repeated a few times.

Olivia was unable to see what he and the camera could see, at least one thread of cum joining her lips to his penis even as she moved away each time.

Finally Olivia sat back a little and swallowed, after which she looked more in control and smiled back up to her husband.

His pretty young wife looked so cute, her innocence only belied by the small patches of cum that remained in place on her face.

"Can I borrow one of your fingers?" Harry asked.

Olivia raised her left hand and stuck out her index finger. Harry gently took hold of the hand and manoeuvred the finger onto her left cheek where his first streak of cum had landed. Olivia got the idea and swept the small blob up onto her finger, depositing it in her mouth and then licking her finger clean. She smiled. Together they repeated the exercise with a smaller patch further down towards her neck. Afterwards she ran her tongue all around her lips.

"Thank you for tasting so nice again today," she said, now motioning for Harry to kiss her on the lips.

Harry wasn't sure about the slight taste of his cum that remained around her mouth. But he was completely and utterly sure about everything else to do with his beautiful and amazing wife. Here she was lying completely naked underneath him, her legs still apart. Over the last two or so hours she had willingly given every part of herself over to him to enjoy.

"I think I can switch that camera off now," Harry said. "You've got quite a bit of editing to do."

"I have, haven't I? It's going to be fun. Oh, and Harry, while I think about it, I need your permission to do something."

"My permission? To do what?"

"So I promised you I would never use our toy, our wand, on myself without you being there. But I was wondering... how would you feel about me using it on myself if it was for our movie, your movie? If I recorded myself using it? Would that be okay?"

Harry thought about this for a couple of seconds.

"I think that's a great idea, fine by me. As long as you promise to have a really good time with it and that you film everything?"

"Don't worry. I will. And who knows.... if I do it one evening when you are out then I may still be in a a sexy mood when you come to bed."

Harry smiled and made a mental note to himself. Next time he was out on his own he should make sure he wasn't too late home.

Olivia went upstairs to clean herself up and Harry tidied the lounge up a little, remembering to blow out the candles. He decided that the final clearing up could be left until the following morning.

Just ten minutes later the two of them were curled up in bed hugging each other.

"That was amazing this evening Livvy. How are you?"

"I'm fine Harry. A bit tired now but rather... elated. You surprised me in the lounge but in a good way."

"I guess I feel rather guilty. I'm worried that you ended up doing things that maybe you weren't sure about."

"Don't think that. I like surprises sometimes. And I did have my own climax remember. And without the toy this time - all down to you. I knew you would want to make me come because you are so generous. The ice was a brilliant idea. Just because I'm having orgasms more often now doesn't make them any less special. I love you so much."

What happened next was probably inevitable, a near repeat of what had happened a few weeks ago. The couple kissed and hugged and then, squirming against each other, Olivia realised that Harry had again got excited. She pulled down his shorts and squeezed his erection before turning her back to him and reaching for him down between her open legs. She pulled up her nightdress and guided him inside her warm body.

In this simple way they made love quickly, whispering their desire for each other and enjoying the deep physical bond that existed between them.

Monday

"I've got some very good news," Olivia said when she returned home from work.

"I like good news. What is it?"

"Your clever wife has won a bonus for being 'Employee of the Quarter'. I have won £2,000. After tax! Not bad, eh?"

"Wow! That's great Darling! Well done," Harry said.

Olivia continued. "So that's the good news but then the other news you need to know is that I've already spent it."

"That was quick. What have you spent it on?"

"So we need to test whether Dr Hughes has fixed my fear of flying so I've booked us a weekend away. In Rome later this month."

"I've always wanted to go to Rome. The Colloseum, The Vatican.... lots to see there."

"Mmm, yes...," Olivia said, now coming closer to hug her husband and lowering her voice. "But don't build up too long a list of things to see because I think we are going to be pretty busy seeing a lot of each other in our deluxe hotel room...."

"Sounds good to me. So did booking that weekend use up all of your bonus?"

"Actually no," Olivia replied. "Most of it. But I've also been online and ordered some new lingerie items that I can take away with me. I think you will like it. And there's also a bit of money left over that you need to spend."

"You want me to buy some new underwear too?"

"Yes, you could do. But I was thinking you might spend some more money on that website where you bought our Magic Wand. Another toy to make our weekend more fun?"

"Wow. My wife has changed, hasn't she?"

"I have, haven't I? And definitely for the better, for both of us."

The couple, still in each other's arms, exchanged another kiss.

"Harry," Olivia asked thoughtfully. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how had you planned to spend the next hour?"

THE END