When the rays of a bright Sunday morning sunrise filtered into the Hansen's bedroom, they found Lisa sleeping. Since her kids had become teens, and especially after they left the house, Sundays had become Lisa's one true day off - no work, no exercise, nothing but relaxation. As she awoke, she looked over and noticed that Bill was already up and about. She rose, put on her new skimpy silk robe, gave her teeth a quick brush, and headed out to find him.
In the kitchen, a pot of coffee had been brewed and some sliced fruit was sitting out. That was interesting, she thought — usually Bill makes bacon and eggs on Sundays. Lisa munched on some fruit, filled her cup, and continued her search.
She found Bill in the garage, pumping up the tires of their bicycles. Lisa had always done some riding for cardio, and she had bought him a bike as a birthday present a couple of years ago. They had taken a few rides together, but it was clear that biking wasn't really Bill's thing, so she didn't push it.
"Good morning, lover, did you sleep well?" Lisa asked.
"Yes I did. How about you?"
"Like a baby, and it was so nice to wake up to fruit and coffee. No bacon and eggs this morning?"
"No, I've been doing a little too much bacon and egging lately. I need to cut back a bit or I'll be buying new pants."
Bill paused and gave her a long look, "I like that robe, is it new?"
Lisa did a little twirl and said, "Yeah, I put my old one in the closet to save for when I'm in the nursing home. When I'm at home from now on, I'm going to try to wear things that make me feel sexy. Do you think I look sexy in this?"
"Yes, but you look sexy to me in almost anything."
"Thank you, even though you know I was fishing for that. So what's up with the bikes?"
"I'd like to go riding with you today."
Lisa beamed a big smile, set down her coffee cup, walked over to Bill and hugged him. "I would love that." She ran her hands over Bill's crotch and said, "Do you want to bend me over before or after the ride? Or should I just get on my knees and take care of you now?"
"What has gotten into you, Lisa?"
"Your big stud cock, last night, Daddy, don't you remember?" she whispered in his ear.
"It was hard to forget. I've been thinking a little bit this morning, and I was going to talk to you later, but maybe we should talk now. Let me wash my hands and I'll meet you inside."
They sat down in the living room, and Bill started, "Lisa, I know that you're a planner, so I have to believe that what's been happening the last couple of days is the product of a lot of careful forethought. But it was a planning committee of one, and I wasn't part of it. So you're way ahead of me. Yeah, I'd like to keep having sex like we had last night. Someday, maybe, you'll tell me how a woman who's never given me head learned how to give a pornstar quality blowjob, but right now I need to catch up with you. I have a couple of questions that might be pretty uncomfortable."
"Bill, that makes a lot of sense. From your perspective, I went from a priss who would barely have sex with you to, I guess, a pornstar wannabe, in a couple of days. I get that it would be pretty unsettling. Ask me anything, and you'll get an honest answer - this thing won't work without total honesty."
"I guess my question is pretty unfocused, but I'll ask it anyway. Where did this all come from?"
"Well, I have been thinking about that a lot. When the kids left, I was basically lonely and bored. You know this town isn't the kind of place that I wanted to end up. I had dreams of living in a city, having a cool apartment, a career at a non-profit, maybe, and kids in the far off future, if ever. So I started thinking about the pregnancy, how that changed my life and, well, made it less than it could have been. I think I started to blame you. Which isn't at all fair, and I feel like shit for doing it, because we made Maisie together, and she was conceived out of love. You've worked hard to give us a good life, and I have a great job, really, I love it. But I don't go to the ballet on Saturdays, I don't hang out in a cool coffee shop with other women who take care of themselves and talk about books, fashion and even sex. Most of the women my age around here are frumps who want to talk about what's good on TV and sex, for them, is something they complain about their husband wanting."
"Besides my frustration with the town, I don't travel - really, I don't have adventures. By the way, I'm not talking about going to Europe or something like that, though if you want to go to Europe, let's buy the tickets. I'm talking about doing something that takes me out of my comfort zone, with the love of my life."
Bill looked pensive and replied, "Wow, that is a lot to take in. I really want to think about it more, but I get it that I'm not Mr. Excitement. I'm pretty happy working at the mine, hunting and fishing, watching football, doing the home improvement thing. Honestly, the only thing that I thought was missing from our marriage was a bit more sex. So when you put this on the table, at first I felt like I hit the jackpot. But after I thought about it for a bit, I realized that you're a pretty complex woman. You wouldn't make an offer like that unless there were some big thoughts and emotions behind it. If I just started using you like a $20 hooker without knowing what you really want to get out of our 30 days, this wouldn't end well."
"Bill, I'm going to respect that you need to think about it and not push. Thanks for not getting angry or defensive, because I think you know that I brag about you all the time. You are in so many ways a great husband. I'm just kind of high maintenance and needy, but maybe that's just how couples work."
"High maintenance!" Bill said, astonished. "Jesus, Lisa, I should send a few of the guys who work with me over to tell you stories about their wives, and you'll know what high maintenance is. You've never overspent, you help out around the house, you have a great job, you were — are - a great mother. Look at that beater you drive around in, even though we could afford to buy you any car you wanted. Yeah, you spend a lot of time taking good care of yourself, but I'll be god damned if I complain about having the hottest MILF in town on my arm."
"Bill Hansen that last remark just earned you about a dozen blowjobs," Lisa smiled. "I have some more things to tell you, but can we please have a whisper talk so I feel comfortable saying them?"
Bill looked a bit surprised - a whisper talk was something they had made up when they first became lovers. They would lay in bed together naked, and take turns spooning each other, listening to their hopes and dreams, in a whisper in each other's ears.
Lisa took Bill by the hand and they went into the bedroom. They lay in bed naked, with Lisa as the big spoon because, as every whisper talker knows, the woman starts the whisper talk. Bill had gotten a little hard as he saw Lisa's robe fall to the floor, and when she spooned him, she reached down and felt that he had hardened further.
"I think whisper talks used to work because we made love before we talked, but unless you're uncomfortable, can we talk first?"
