Sophie stared out of the kitchen window as she washed the dishes.
"Don't forget, a week on Saturday... Anna is coming over for the day."
"Great..." said Rick slightly sarcastically as he picked up another plate to dry it. Sophie's sister was a pain in the arse at the best of times and she never stopped talking. She also seemed to have an unwavering, yet ill-informed opinion on everything from refuse collection to homosexuals that drove Rick slightly mad if he had to spend too much time with her.
"You could at least try to fake some enthusiasm," said Sophie.
"Umm, no... I don't think I could," responded Rick dryly.
The two fell into heavy silence for a moment as they contemplated the arrival of Sophie's sister.
"Wait... next Saturday, but I'm supposed to be going to that thing with Adrian."
Sophie flashed him an angry look.
"Rick! I told you I wanted you to be here... it's been on the calendar for weeks."
Rick sighed loudly and rubbed a wine glass just a bit too hard, breaking it off at the stem.
"Oh for fucks sake!" said Rick as he threw down the tea-towel. "I don't know why I need to be here anyway, you two will just rabbit on for hours anyway."
Sophie looked at her husband, her left eyebrow arched threateningly.
"Well..." whined Rick. "More her than you, to be fair."
He threw the two parts of the wine glass in the bin and snatched his towel from where it lay on the counter.
"That's not the point," hissed Sophie.
The two stood in silence for half a minute until Rick piped up.
"I suppose you want me to cancel with Adrian then," he muttered grumpily.
"Well, you shouldn't have arranged it in the first place," she snapped. "Perhaps if you listened a bit more you wouldn't get yourself in these situations!"
"Fine," Rick grunted, throwing the towel down again and stomping dramatically out of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" asked Sophie, looking at the undried dishes on the drainer.
"The bloody lawn needs mowing, as you keep on reminding me...."
He slammed the back door and Sophie fumed silently for a short while, staring out of the kitchen window as she washed a few more dishes. Then, gradually, a familiar, yet slightly disturbing feeling came over her. The anger turned to calm determination and she quickly peeled off her rubber gloves and dropped them on the counter. She turned for a moment as if weighing up what she was going to do, and then reached down and hitched her summer dress up around her waist. She peeled off her panties and pushed them down to the floor, where she stepped out of them and picked them up. She paused for a brief moment, as she had so many times before, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Time and again she'd resolved to take action, but every single time she'd bottled it at the last moment. She felt slightly dizzy and held on to the worktop for a second, then she caught sight of her reflection in the kitchen window, her dark brunette bob sat just above her shoulders while her red summer dress showed off her medium sized but very appealing breasts. This time, finally, she wasn't going to chicken out...
She rolled her panties carefully into a ball and carried them with her as she made her way out of the back door and off towards the garage. She opened the wooden door and in the gloom, at the far end of the long garage, she saw Rick fiddling with a recalcitrant strimmer. Rick ignored her and quietly swore at the strimmer instead.
"Rick," she said in a quiet but firm voice. "Come here, I want to talk to you."
Rick slammed the strimmer head down onto the workbench and slowly came over to where she was standing, he knew he was behaving like a child but sometimes he just couldn't help it. He felt foolish and avoided looking into her eyes.
Sophie waited until he was right up close to her before she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper...
"You keep on telling me you want me to be more dominant with you," she started. "Well here's your chance... don't mess it up."
Rick looked up, confused but cautiously excited. He nodded and looked away, unsure of what to expect.
"Get on your knees," Sophie said, a little louder now, and a little more positive.
Rick sank to his knees immediately and looked up at his wife of sixteen years. They were both just the wrong side of forty, but time had been kinder to her than to him. She still turned heads and his friends often joked about how he was punching above his weight these days, particularly Adrian. He adored her, but time and again he had tried to encourage Sophie to be more dominant with him and while they did play now and then, it had always been an uphill battle.
In fact it had got to the point where recently he'd pretty much stopped trying to advance that side of their relationship as the levels of frustration it caused him were no longer worth the small rewards it was reaping. Unfortunately this also seemed to introduce a distance between the pair of them and they seemed to bicker more than they used to, which Rick hated, but he couldn't seem to settle even though he knew he would have to eventually.
Sophie slowly lifted up her summer dress to reveal her silky smooth thighs. She had sexy legs, there was no doubt about that... a little thicker than they used to be, but still gorgeous and Rick liked her better that way anyway. The dress lifted higher and higher until her beautiful pussy came into view, she usually kept it fairly trimmed, but she'd neglected it for the past few weeks and the hair had grown out a fair bit.
"You love my pussy don't you?" said Sophie, just a trace of uncertainty still audible in her voice.
"Yes..." Rick's voice was small and subdued.
"No, in fact... you worship it don't you?"