(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental.)
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Tim's late return that night prevented him from finishing the conquest he had started in the kitchen hours before, and his short sleep and early departure the next morning made it necessary to wait until the next evening to take the edge off the lust that had been growing ever since he had watched his wife change in the dressing room.
He was sure he had taken an incredible risk asking for last night's show; Tim knew that in the past, the result would have been stone-cold silence and a stare, at the very least. He also knew that something had changed in the past week, and while Gwen was still more prim and proper than the girls he had been with before her (especially Tammy Domillo, he thought with a smile), she had changed for the better starting about the time of her peeping Tom incident. Could it be she found the experience sexually exciting? And how did her sudden friendship with Natalie figure into all of this?
If it gets me more lovin', who am I to question? Tim thought to himself as he tightened a fitting. He had often wished Gwen had been more experienced in the care and handling of the male of the species when they had married. Having a virgin in his marital bed had never been important to him; having someone experienced and comfortable with sex would have been the preferred choice. Still, there were so many other things he had loved about her then, and still loved about her now, that he had willingly entered this marriage knowing she would be a reluctant and inexperienced bed partner. While Tim did not consider himself that much more seasoned, his previous girlfriends had given him a taste, so to speak, of the ways a man and a woman could pleasure each other. He also firmly believed that between her upbringing and the experience Gwen did have had hurt more than helped. Despite his efforts, she had resisted exploring anything further than baby-making obligational sex.
And now she seemed to be loosening up a bit. Slowly, for sure, and Tim cautioned himself yet again not to rush her, but certain changes in and out of the bedroom told him things were a little different now. This knowledge made him confident he would be getting some tonight; maybe she would even let him change it up a little? What if he asked her to suck him?
Tim laughed out loud at the thought. Never happen, he chided himself. That is definitely not where the penis goes in Gwen's world.
"I never knew pipefitting could be funny," Jordan said from the gloom behind the flashlight he held.
Tim smiled. "Oh, pipework can be lots of fun."
The apprentice smiled to himself at the obviously unintended double entendre. Old people never seemed to understand how dirty their comments could sound. *** Gwen permitted herself the luxury of taking D'Artagnan up the hill for a short ride after seeing the trucks off that morning. She still felt some residual guilt over her self-pleasure from the night before, the Lady quietly grumbling that she should have waited for Tim before taking matters into her own hands. You deprived him of what is rightfully his, she scolded. It was late, and he was tired, Gwen reminded her alter-ego. That wouldn't have been fair. And besides, the Slut added, there's plenty more where that came from!
The Lady continued on, ignoring her more wicked half. Ogling Andrew like you did—oh my! He's old enough to be your son! Yeah, but a nice ass, the Slut growled in response. Gwen did her best to shut them both out and help her mount pick his way through a rocky patch of trail.
She and Dart trotted to the barn an hour later, the other horses whinnying their greeting and disapproval with being left behind. Gwen knew the summer heat had already undone her morning shower as she unsaddled and groomed the Morgan before turning him out in the paddock. A swim might at least help the situation, she decided, and headed for the house.
The one-piece was hung where it always was, and she did look at it before turning away to pull one of her bikinis from its hiding place deep in her unmentionables drawer. Brazenly she stripped where she was and pulled the suit on, bedroom door wide open for anyone to see, had there actually been someone else in the house. The traditional robe was left on its hanger, and Gwen Nelson walked from her house up to the pool wearing nothing more than three small pieces of fabric and some string. The thought one of the trucks might drive up at any moment made her want to break into a run, but she controlled herself, content to carry her folded towel as a means of cover should it be necessary.
The cool water brought her body temperature down to manageable levels, but her lack of clothing made her arousal flare. Reluctantly, Gwen climbed out, only using the towel to briefly dry herself. She dallied, enjoying he feel of the hot sun on skin unaccustomed to such exposure, before retracing her steps back to the house. The wet suit was removed and she took her time selecting fresh clothes while she walked about her bedroom in the nude. Dressed and refreshed, she spent her day in the office over the shop, awaiting the return of her husband.
The evening routine was observed that night, dinner, a swim (Gwen sporting the bikini she had worn earlier that day), TV and bed. Despite his need and her choice of swimwear intensifying his desire, Tim bide his time.
Gwen made her move to the bedroom as the credits began to roll on their 8pm show. Tim was close behind, perfunctory checks on the shop and barn made from the kitchen window before retreating to their room. He opened the door in time to see his wife crawling into the bed, a pair of fullback white panties peeking out from underneath her now-customary t-shirt. Tim smiled and pulled off his shirt and gym shorts, dropping them in the hamper on the way to the bathroom. Teeth brushed, he returned a few moments later, his half-erect member bouncing as he walked to his side of the bed.
"No shorts?" Gwen asked, the state of her husband's package hinting at what she hoped was next.
