Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or critical welcomed. Please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.
It was a couple of days before I could walk easily. My bottom had gaped for a few hours before closing back to its normal tight self. My fanny felt so sore inside and my tentative probing with my fingers just confirmed the internal tenderness. That had lasted until Wednesday and on Thursday I felt back to normal and felt as if the events on Monday just hadn't happened. They had of course.
My son had taken advantage of me, that was the only way I could reconcile it. I am of a certain age and my sex life at home had dried up, I hadn't, just my sex life. My husband seemed to have little interest, and I was going to change that. I told him that Saturday was going to be date night and I would expect the full treatment. He could make of that what he wanted, but I was going to shag him and that was that. I knew he had Viagra in his bedside drawer, I would steal one, grind it up and add it to his date meal. I think that they took about an hour to work from what I had read and from what my friends had said.
Friday was a day of personal grooming. I lathered my groin and shaved, although I had waxed for many years and there were by now few follicles left, waxing always left me a little tender for a few days, and I did not want to be tender for date night, so I lathered and shaved, carefully holding my labia away from the blade, no accidental nicks required. In the shower after to rinse away any suds, I ran my fingers over myself, everything was smooth. I briefly turned the shower off, undid the rose and then turned the water back on, a little cooler and a little slower and gently pushed the shower hose into my fanny.
I loved the feeling of the water as it ran inside me, the pressure low enough so as to not cause any harm, and no soaps or detergents to ensure I didn't damage my internal bio system. Any little bacteria in there had a job to do, I didn't need to kill them off with antibacterial soaps. I felt the tickle inside as the water ran and my knees sagged. My pressures grew and with my other hand I gently rubbed my clitoris, my breath gasping as a gentle cum came over me. I dropped the hose for a moment and leant back against the shower wall just composing myself.
I had just reconnected the rose and was showering when Dave walked in.
"Do you mind if I have wee?" he asked.
"No, just don't flush, I'll do it for you when I have finished."
I don't mind Dave using the loo in front of me, after all we are married, it is no issue, but watching Dave reminded me of Josh and his pissing all over my fanny on Monday causing me to orgasm and then what that led to. Dave finished and wiggled and then leant into the shower and I sprayed his hands for him, it saved turning the basin taps on.
"Thanks baby," he said, and then he left. No comments about my body though. There was a time when he would have, there was a time when he would not have been able to stop himself making some suggestive comment, or even running his fingers along my valley, but not now. I resolved to change that.
I turned the shower off and stood on the bathmat and rubbed myself dry with the bath towel. I squirted some moisturiser on my hand and rubbed it across my groin where I had shaved, gasping as my finger brushed against my clitoris, remembering Joshua and his tongue brushing my clitoris on Monday. I needed to exorcise those memories and replace them with new ones of Dave and his tongue or fingers.
Dry, I deodorised and wrapped my robe around me, hung the damp towel on the heated towel rail, put the loo lid down where Dave had left it up, and flushed. Satisfied that everything was clean and tidy, I went across to our bedroom. Dave was laying on the bed reading a magazine and I blew him a kiss, he smiled and blew one back.
"Don't forget tomorrow husband," I said.
"No. No I won't" he said, but I suspected he already had. I took my robe off and fussed around the room naked for a few minutes and then remembered what a girlfriend had said, a partially clothed woman is always more arousing to a man that a naked one. From my underwear drawer I picked a wired uplift bra and wrapped it around me, did it up and then pulled it up, slipping my arms through the straps. I faced Dave as I adjusted my boobs in each cup, and then bent away as I stepped into matching knickers, my fanny would have been on full display before I hid it behind pale blue cotton.
I took a cream blouse from my wardrobe, slipped it over my arms and slowly did the buttons up, my chest now hidden from his view. A cotton print skirt, I stepped into it and tucked the blouse inside as I did up the button and side zip. There, I was dressed and had performed a reverse strip tease for my Husband, I could only hope that he watched it and that it had some kind of effect on him.
Tea was an easy chicken casserole that had been in the oven all afternoon, and after we had eaten and cleared away we sat on the sofa and netflixed for a few hours before bed. In the bedroom I sat on my dresser stool and slowly unbuttoned my blouse before easing it from my skirt and removing it. I was sat in front of my mirror in my bra. I stood and undid my skirt and let it fall before bending over to pick it up, my backside facing Dave, my ankles apart and so theoretically giving him a good view of my knicker covered crease. Everything I was doing was designed to allure and attract and get him thinking of my body.
I turned the main bedroom light off, just leaving my small dim bedside light on, stood up and removed my bra and knickers. Naked, I padded softly to the bed, called goodnight to Dave, and got in pulling the quilt over me. I could only hope that my efforts would reap some reward.
In the morning when I awoke, I sat up in bed and turned away from Dave. He would see my naked back and my naked bottom when I got out of bed, but nothing else. I went to the bedroom door and put my robe on, tightening it around myself before I turned to Dave.
"Date night day. I am going to put the kettle on, do you want any toast with your tea?" I asked.
"Please," he replied. I smiled as I turned, I had done pretty much everything I could. I had read in a magazine that marriages can go stale due to over familiarity, the loss of secrets, the lack of hiding our intimate parts. I had spent the week trying to reverse that.
After breakfast I told Dave I was going to go up and get dressed and then go to Waitrose to get what I needed for our dinner this evening. Once in our bedroom I hurried to his bedside drawer and took out one of his Viagra, I would need that for later. I dressed in a simple bra and pants, the good stuff was for later, and then a mid-length dress, one that was a little small, just a tad tight around the bust. Just part of the plan.
I wanted to make this evening's meal tasty yet simple, and so once at Waitrose, my first target was the meat aisle and I found just what I wanted, thick cut ribeye steaks. Not cheap by any means, but worth it in my view. I could make a peppercorn sauce, I needed that to hide his Viagra, but they had a ready made sauce, that I decided would be easier. To go with I was doing corn ribs and asparagus spears, those in my trolley, it was time for the starter.
