The cold touch of silk stirred her pulse as Marianna
pulled her new bra on. She'd never worn a push up before and was anxious
to see how her cleavage looked.
Her breasts, supported by the new lingerie, whispered of a promised land
between them. Marianne just hoped Henry noticed, he hadn't noticed much
of anything about her lately.
Slipping a flimsy top on and turning in the mirror, she spoke aloud
"this had better
put some spark back in this marriage,
or I'll be dying of boredom before long!"
Pausing at the top of the stairs, Marianne hoped Henry wouldn't think
her desperate or potty! Each foot, placed carefully, in front of the
other as she descended.
Her black pants hugged her legs, a style she hadn't worn since before
the kids were born. Heartbeat pounding against her ribs, she
concentrated on watching her feet, worried about tripping.
A low whistle came from the lounge-room doorway. Looking up she spied
Henry eyes wide and a grin to match. "Marianne! You look stunning, where
are you off to?"
Stopping at the bottom and fixing him with her gaze she kept her voice
low "I was thinking of staying in, actually." Henry leapt to her and
encircled her with strong familiar arms.
"So I take it you like my new bra?" she ventured.
"Ah…new bra! Yes indeed. But I like what's in it better!" His eyes
lustful.
A large hand playfully resounded on her rump, "and later we'll find
panties to cover this." His hands cupped her bottom and his lips
hungered over hers.
"At least I know what to buy you for our anniversary now!" he ogled the
presented cleavage.
"You'll never know what size to get me!"
Henry's hands spanned out, over each breast and squeezed. he removed his
hands but maintained the cupped shape.
"Yes I will, I'll just say, this big" He looked at his hands.
Marianne giggled. "you are mad!"
"Mad for you, baby!" he laughed too.
It had been a long time since they had uttered those words to each
other, it had been their pet saying. Now, because of a silken bra, they
hovered on intimacy again.
He pressed his body to her and Marianne kissed him deeply. Her husband,
the man she loved.
Oh yeah, the spark had definitely returned |
