It was 10.30pm as I sat alone at my desk contemplating, in the words of Douglas Adams 'Life, the Universe, and Everything'. My partner of 15 years, in bed, asleep. I wondered aloud to no-one in particular, "So what happened to our fire? The all-nighters...the sex, and I mean SEX...uninhibited, experimental, regular even? Would it really take much to reignite the flames? Hmmm...food for thought."
Quietly, I wandered down to our bedroom. Leaning against the door frame, I watched her sleeping, peacefully. A gap in the curtains allowing a sliver of light from the half moon to fall across the bed. Rachael was still beautiful. The slow rhythm of her breathing was soothing, almost erotic, in the faint light. Her silhouette under the dark sheets revealed a woman who, despite having gained a few pounds since the birth of our child, was still as sexy as hell. A natural red-head, with deep hazel eyes. Rachael, now 35, had a fiery and passionate temperament to match, a fire which sadly had subsided over time. Maybe it was time to throw some petrol onto the smouldering embers.
Rachael was a real romantic at heart, so it was easy to find a place to start. Daughter to the grandparents, book dinner somewhere quiet but nice, and of course, a movie...(chick flick no doubt!!). "Keep it simple...don't scare the poor girl with whips and chains, not just yet " I thought almost reluctantly.
We finished work for the week and drove home. "Why don't you have a shower, babe, you look like it's been a rough day" I suggested innocently. "Great idea" was her only reply, already undressing. Ok, time to get my shit together.
In typical male fashion, I was changed and ready to go in about 2 minutes. Rummaging through her wardrobe, I found the dress I was looking for. A sexy black dress that looked great on her, a dress with a colourful history but that is another story. I laid the dress carefully on the bed just as Rachael turned off the shower. The door opened to the ensuite, and there she was...my own private goddess.
As she dried her long, auburn hair, I was left to admire her nakedness. She was not overly tall, around 5'5" with a solid build. Not overweight, but what I call a real woman, with some physical strength and meat on her bones. Damn she looked good. Her pale nipples were erect from the shower, drawing my attention to her shapely, 34C breasts. The paleness of her skin, gave her breasts a velvety appearance which I also knew to be very sensitive to touch. The celtic tribal tattoo circling her abdomen, a stark contrast on her skin, was almost an invitation to gaze downwards to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and being light red it almost gave the appearance of a shaved pussy. "Do you mind?" she taunted, "Absolutely not" was my reply as I stood up which only had the embarrassing effect of exposing the bulge that had grown in my pants.
Looking around the room, Rachael then realised that I was fairly smartly dressed, also noticing the dress lying suggestively across the bed. "Rick, what are you up to, other than giving yourself a hard on?" Still openly admiring the fact that she was standing naked in front of me, "Well, you have seemed kind off down for a while now, thought maybe we could take some time out, break the routine you know, recharge the batteries. How's dinner and a movie sound, for starters anyway" She just smiled, "perfect, but we can't have you going out in that condition now can we!"
And with that, she dropped the towel and pushed me against the wall, with surprising force. Rachael was a passionate woman but not really one to dominate or take control but I could feel something different, almost primal.
