If you're in a hurry then this is not the story for you. This one is a slow burn but it finishes with a bang, literally. I've entered this story in the
Pink Orchid 2023 for Women-Centric Erotica Challenge
. I already had it written when I saw the event and just by coincidence I think it fits quite well with the theme. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is always welcome so thanks in advance to anyone who comments or votes on my story.
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Tina Burton awoke to the enticing aroma of freshly made pancakes. She opened her eyes slowly, still dazed after her sleep. She felt incredibly well rested, like a woman who had had her full 8 hours of recommended sleep. But there was no way that was possible. Not with two young kids, and certainly not on a Saturday. No, these days Saturday mornings meant getting up early and driving across town to watch the kids play sport. I mean sure she was excited for them when they got a kick, or a goal, but let's be honest the overall skill level of an under eights football match left a lot to be desired.
Tina looked across the dark room at the curtain. She could see a sliver of light where the heavy block out blinds joined.
"Oh god, we've slept in," she thought.
Her eyes shifted to Kyles side of the bed. It was empty. She looked at it, confused for a moment. Surely, there was no way in hell that that man had woken up to the kids.
"Perhaps he fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV," she reasoned.
But that didn't explain why her bedroom smelt like fresh pancakes. Tina rolled over and checked her bedside clock.
9:00
Now she was properly awake.
"Oh for fucks sakes." She muttered under her breath. There was no way she could get two kids dressed and across town in time for kick off.
Great, now she would have to rush around madly, only to turn up looking like a homeless person. Then to add salt to her wounds she would have to endure two hours of snide comments from that stuck up bitch Nancy Johnson who somehow always managed to look perfect whilst arriving twenty minutes early.
Then she saw the pancakes. They were set upon a large white plate on a decorative wooden tray, piled almost six inches high. Beside them sat two white ceramic pourers. One was full almost to the brim with golden syrup, while the other contained thick white cream and a shining silver spoon. The tray also held a rectangular plate with a large selection of fresh fruit.
The last item on the tray was a small white card. Tina reached across and picked it up. She read the words out loud.
"For The Under-appreciated Wife of the House"
Feeling puzzled, she opened the card.
To my beautiful wife,
It has come to my attention that we (myself and the children) have not been appreciative enough of all the wonderful things you do for us, day in and day out. As such I have decided to treat you to a full day of pampering and romance, starting from now! Please enjoy this breakfast I have prepared. Don't worry about the kids I have them sorted and we are probably already on our way to the football as you read this. A car will be here to pick you up at ten for further pampering. Relax, dress casual.
Love From
Kyle
Tina pulled herself up slowly. Propping her pillow against the headboard, she sat back and grinned. "Well I don't know what caused this, but I am not going to waste a second of it," she thought. Then she paused, a thought crossed her mind. She reached across with her left hand and pinched her forearm as hard as she could.
"Ouch!" She cried out. "Yep definitely not a dream." She spoke out loud once again, to no one in particular.
Without hesitating any longer she picked the tray up off the bedside table and began to tuck in to one of the best breakfasts she had ever had. The pancakes were simply exquisite, so light and fluffy, coupling perfectly with the cream and syrup. The accompanying fruit platter was delicious and sweet. Tina started to wonder how her husband had managed to make such a masterful meal given that over the last twelve years the most advanced meal she'd seen him make was spaghetti bolognaise and even then, the sauce had come in a jar. She resolved to find the culinary genius who had created such an appetising arrangement.
In no time the tray was completely cleared. Tina looked down at the empty tray in wonder. Had she truly polished off such a feast? Even more remarkably, she knew from experience that scoffing a meal like that would have normally left her feeling bloated for hours, if not rolling on the floor with stomach cramps. But instead she felt fine, heck she felt better than fine. Her body felt energised, ready to take on the world.
Tina checked the clock.
9:20
Putting the tray on the bedside table she swung her legs across and slowly slid out of bed. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifted it over her shoulders. She slid her boxers and panties to the floor in one motion and stepped through into their ensuite bathroom. She paused in the doorway as she came face to face with her naked form, crystal clear in the full length mirror on the opposite wall.
Tina examined her reflection. She reminisced about the way she had looked before she'd had kids. She was five foot six with blonde hair and striking green eyes. That hadn't changed. She had always had a slim figure, a narrow waist leading to wide womanly hips and an ass that would put most to shame. She'd had a perky pair of B cup breasts, flat abs and toned legs. If she wasn't being modest she would tell you she had been a straight up hottie.
When she stared at her reflection now though, her eyes were drawn to the stretch marks on her hips and breasts, the thin cesarean scar that lay above the thick nest of dark curls between her legs. Then there was the extra weight, it was only a few extra kilos, but she just never seemed to be able to shake them. She shook her head. It wasn't her fault, she had literally torn her body apart twice to create their two little humans. She knew she'd do it again in a heart beat if she had her time over. But she couldn't help but wish there was a way to keep her old body and have those two little humans.
"Oh wait, there is," she thought. "Silly me I should have just been a man."
She thought of Kyle then with his short dark brown hair and his warm brown eyes. He hadn't birthed a child, but having them had certainly still made its mark on his body. Where his body had been lean and muscular before, it had become softer, with gentler curves. He was by no means overweight, but it was clear that his priorities had shifted. Post work gym workouts had been replaced with 5:30 dinners, baths, playtime, book reading, dishes and a million tiny pieces of clothing waiting to be hung out or folded.
Tina smiled to herself. So what if they didn't look the way they had at 25. They were good parents and their kids had a great life, that was a fair trade off in her opinion.
She turned her back to the mirror. "Besides, at least I've still got a great ass," she thought admiring the curve of her luscious posterior.
Tina stepped to the shower, turning it on. She turned the heat up to a level that would have prompted Kyle to question if she was trying to burn the skin from his bones.
Carefully she stepped under the steady stream of water.
