Introduction.
This story is about a couple rediscovering their love which had been diminished because both worked long hours at ungrateful firms which meant their contact with each other reduced. As it reduced, their intimacy reduced till it was barely perfunctory.
Due to a change of ownership, one is helped to see what is wrong and tries to reignite their passion for each other. She explains that in Chapter 3 (if it is written). This chapter and chapter 2 are the start of rediscovering their love.
There is no adultery, no violent sex, no abuse.
Chapter 1
Diane surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. Her blond hair caressed her face and just touched her shoulders. Normally her laughing eyes caught peoples' attention but tonight she saw it would be her lips. The bright red lipstick attracted attention. It was so out of character for her. Moving her hands towards her face to shift her hair, she was stunned at the effect of the matching red nails which she had had done this afternoon. She hoped Stephen would be pleasantly surprised when he saw them.
As she dropped her gaze to her breasts, she liked that they were still full and perky. Stephen thought they were a good handful and he had big but caring hands. Until quite recently she had disliked her nipples but was slowly coming to see them differently. Her areolas were normally a light pink but darkened considerably when she was aroused. Her nipples or headlights as Stephen calls them, protruded and to make matters worse whenever she became aroused they would grow. He was sure they could grow to more than half an inch long, even three quarters. They were extremely sensitive and he loved to make her orgasm just by playing with them despite her pleading to be fucked. She was not surprised to see they had swollen to what he called her dipped lights just because she was thinking about him playing with them.
Moving her gaze lower, she felt that her stomach, while smooth and still fairly flat, could lose a few pounds, not that he ever complained about it.
She was caught by the look of her vagina or pussy or fanny as Stephen called it depending on how aroused he was and what he was doing to it. She had decided to shave it totally to surprise him so she was seeing it unadorned with hair for the first time since she was twelve. She normally just gave the edges a little trim when they were going on holiday so the hairs wouldn't stick out the legs of her bikinis. Stephen thought they weren't bikinis because the two parts almost met like bikinis in the 50's. Though in truth, as she never trimmed the rest, the amount of pubic hair meant that there was always a large bulge in her pants which is why she seldom went to the pool or beach and certainly not without Stephen.
As she surveyed it, she saw that her outer labia hung down slightly and curiously looked as though they were inviting you in. She could see that they were already a bit puffy. She could feel the moisture building up. She was shocked by how prominent her clit hood was. She opened her legs slightly and her pussy lips seemed to purse as though to kiss someone. Wow! A quick look confirmed her headlights were growing.
Stephen had asked her to try being bare in the past but she couldn't do it. She hoped he liked it as she was going to ask him to shave it for her every morning of their holiday. Who knows what she would do after they came home.
As the word home came to mind she knew Stephen would be home soon so she had better finish dressing. Their holiday routine was to finish work, come home, shower, and go for a meal before ending up in a local bar for a couple of drinks. She looked at the outfit she had laid on the bed. Could she wear it? Yes - but she had never worn such an outfit outside the home. Could she wear it outside?
She looked at the lingerie. It was the same bold colour as the nail polish on her fingers and toes. The three-quarter cup bra was sheer and she was sure her headlights would shine through it. She had always been self-conscious about them so normally wore bras which contained them when outside. In truth she seldom wore sexy ones for Stephen in the house, especially recently. After a few deep breaths to help her focus, she put the bra on and her headlights were almost at full beam as the material lightly caressed them. She put on the six-strap suspender belt and took great care making sure that the seams of her barely black stockings were straight. Stephen did have a soft spot (well it hardened quite quickly) when she wore them. Not as often as she should she admitted. She pulled on the matching, sheer low-rise bikini knickers. She gasped when she saw how they clasped her pussy. It said, "here I am, fuck me!" She could feel herself moisten further.
Just then she heard Stephen enter the house. She shouted to him, "Stephen, I'm getting dressed, use the main bathroom shower and I'll see you in the living room when you are ready. I want to surprise you!" Her heart was pounding so hard she barely heard his reply but he never came in. If he had, she would probably have fucked him senseless. She hadn't felt this aroused in ages. He wouldn't have been given an option to refuse though with this outfit the need would have been mutual.
She put on the dark green satin dress which had a 'V' shaped neck which showed a reasonable amount of cleavage. Again, this was far more than she would normally show and certainly not outside the home. It came down to slightly below mid-thigh, covering the stockings but she knew if she wasn't careful someone could get a surprise. She put in her earrings and added a pendant necklace which stopped just beyond the start of her cleavage. Both were presents from Stephen which matched her dress. She slipped on her black heels and picked up her clutch bag. With one last look in the mirror, she walked down to the living room to await Stephen.
As she waited for him she needed a drink but knew she couldn't, she didn't want to appear that she needed a drink to carry this off. She had a lot to explain to him, -tomorrow, -and she didn't want him to start off with the wrong impression.
When Stephen came into the room she watched him carefully. His face registered shock, his eyes were out on stalks and his jaw dropped wide open. He studied her face and then looked down at her breasts. The pendant drew his attention to her cleavage. Her headlights were well past dipped. He appeared to be having trouble comprehending what he was seeing. She saw that whatever his mind was contemplating, his not so little man was eager to join the party.
Before he could say anything, Diane went up him and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss. It was something which had been missing recently, sharing their passion for each other. She took a step back and looked him straight in the eye.
"Stephen, I have not had an affair, I have never had an affair and I have no intention of ever having an affair. I love you and only you. I know what you are seeing is a shock, hopefully a good one and I need to explain everything which has brought this about. I'll do that tomorrow morning. Just know I love you." She kissed him passionately again, grinding her body into his.
