Duvet Days
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Henry Willoughby could hear noises from upstairs that told him his wife was up and about but he was a little bemused that she was taking time to come down the stairs to join him. The sounds indicated that she was changing bedding or something of that ilk which was a strange thing to be doing on a work day, but then again, one thing that he had learned about her was that she was anything but predictable.
He put down his coffee cup and turned his head at the sound of high heeled shoes clicking on the tiles of the kitchen floor. It was Daniella (who else would have been?) and his jaw dropped at the sight of her, she was wearing a short red silk dressing gown that was loosely tied and ineffectively hid her underwear beneath or the fact she was wearing a suspender belt holding the tops of her black stockings.
"You don't mind if I take the day off do you, darling?" she asked.
He shook his head. "N... no," he replied. "Is... is anything the matter
"No," she said putting her arm around him,".. as I was getting dressed I thought that, actually, I don't have much on at work at the moment so I thought a day off and some time to myself would be nice."
Henry put his arm around her waist. He could feel the outline of her panties through the material of her gown; the smell her perfume and, as always when he held her close, felt a thrill course through his own body. He restrained himself and merely said, "Not a problem, it's fine by me. Are you planning on going out then?"
She shook her head, freed herself from his embrace and went to fill a cup from the percolator and said, "I was thinking of going back to bed actually, and having a proper lie-in."
Actually, the reality was that her decision had nothing to do with him for although they both worked at the same company, in the same building, they weren't in the same department and therefore her being absent from work would be an understanding between her and her boss; aka, 'nothing to do with me'.
He looked at her as she stood with her back to him, pouring her coffee; long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders; long, shapely nylon covered legs beneath the hem of the red silk dressing gown, a sight that caused a nervous flutter in his stomach, a stirring in his loins and a desire to go over, turn her around and snatch at the tie of the silk gown, expose her, take each breast in his hands, kiss them and gently tweak each nipple. He wanted to fall to his knees; cover her inner thighs and mound with his kisses and then pull down her panties and taste her sex.....
.. but he didn't.
Although he knew that Daniella enjoyed his attention, his oral skills, he also knew better than to disturb her from her chosen routine; she was very forthright and would not appreciate him interrupting what she had decided to do. From his point of view, it was a shame, a lost opportunity, for although he was aware that his manhood was no better than average size and knew that, most probably, there were lots of men who had more to offer, he consoled himself with the knowledge that he more than made up for his lack of inches with his oral expertise...
... She had often told him so.
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He knew that he was so lucky to have married her. She was ten years younger than him, beautiful and very attractive. They first met over the water-cooler shortly after she came to work for his company, well, not HIS company, rather the company at which he worked.
He had been captivated by her initial appearance when he first spotted her presence and thereafter looked forward to their chance encounters (except that often they weren't 'by chance' as he was forever keeping an eye on the rest area of the open plan office) and if the situation allowed would quickly join her and engage in some kind of chat.
He quickly learned that she had been down on her luck, virtually penniless after a recent divorce from an abusive marriage and was living in a one bedroom apartment in a not-so-nice area of town. She hadn't made a big deal of her situation but it was clear she was at a very low place in her life.
For himself, he liked to think of himself as having done well in his life, he had a good job, did well in his field and his salary was a reflection of that but, as much as he congratulated himself on his success he was also aware that he was no great looker, therefore it was an ego-boost that this attractive, flirty lady seemingly reciprocated his interest and for their water-cooler meetings to evolve into something resembling a romance.
Friends had tried to warn him that she was only after him for one thing (certainly it wasn't his body) and that she had a roving eye but he didn't care. He needed someone like her in his life and after a few months of meeting at the water cooler and subsequently going out together, he asked her to marry him. She had shown a little hesitation in accepting citing the pain she still felt from her previous abusive marriage but when he said to her, ".. I will take care of you, never hurt you and I won't disrespect you and I will let you tell me when you want to, uh, you know..."
She did know and responded, "I... I don't like the idea of being tied into a relationship again.... but if you are not expecting to...," she gave that charming giggle "... you know"
He had held her close, "I mean it when I say that I will not expect you to be... well... you know.. maybe sometimes"
Daniella accepted his marriage proposal and six months on they were very content and happy.
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Henrylooked around for his car keys, espied them on the counter and walked across the kitchen to where she was still concentrating on her coffee cup. She turned, put the cup down and gave him a kiss and asked rhetorically, "You off then?"
They kissed again and ignoring her question nervously asked his own, "Will... will you be sleeping all day?"
She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed up tightly against him to discover that he was getting an erection, "Hmm, I will most probably be lazing in bed for most of the day... why do you ask?"
"I was planning on leaving the office at around four o'clock today... will you... uh, will that be too early?"
"Of course not, darling," she told him as she reached down to squeeze his bulge,"... I will be up and ready for you."
He followed her example and reached down to slip a hand under her silk gown and felt her wet warm pussy. He couldn't think of anything to say so she said it for him as she gently squeezed his hardness again, "I'll have something nice for you tonight when you come home," she told him.
Henry groaned, "Something nice?"
"Yes darling, I've already been making preparations. Perhaps you might just pop back upstairs and finish off by straightening up the duvet before you leave? You know I find that awkward."
He pulled away, picked up his car keys and then went upstairs to find that Daniella had remade and put fresh sheets on the bed, their best, the white satin ones. He went to her side of the bed and neatly turned down her corner of the duvet before going to the other side to turn down his corner as well. He stood and examined his work with satisfaction then went back downstairs, put on his jacket and, after kissing her goodbye, left for the office.
He was well aware that she would not just be lazing about in bed.
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