Lottie smiled, her conscience aching. "Yes, please."
Harry set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and unpacked the food. Lottie watched him for a few moments before speaking up, her heart heavy in her chest. "Harry, I have something to tell you..." she said softly.
Harry stopped and turned to face her, his smile fading, "What's wrong?"
"We have to have a chat. It's difficult to talk through dinner," Lottie replied, almost numb with nervousness.
"Okay, let's wrap this up then. I know you're worried about today, but I actually really liked your outfit -- even though it may have been a bit much today, I still love you. Nothing will change that," Harry said reassuringly. "I can't deny that I enjoyed showing you off, but maybe we should tone it down a bit in the future if it's unsettling you."
Lottie pushed away her half-eaten plate of food, barely mustering a word. Harry cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while Lottie watched in silence. He crossed the room and held out his hand, inviting her to the living room. She followed him to the sofa, where he pulled her into an embracing hug.
Lottie looked longingly into Harry's eyes. The warmth of his embrace spread throughout her body, giving her the courage she so desperately needed to apologise. "I'm sorry, Harry," she rasped softly. "I... I asked Charlie to manage his work without relying on you so much. He was let down after I told him he could count on you yesterday, and that's when... when I...."
Harry nodded slowly, understanding etched in his features. "It's okay, I understand. That's why he came back so cocky," He said understandingly.
Lottie's eyes glistened with tears, her voice quivering as she spoke. "Ron told me how good I looked and how it was bound to motivate Charlie," she said, trailing off momentarily. "He said it would have worked on him in the past." She sighed heavily, despair etched across her face. "I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to see if I could still motivate him even though I knew he only said it to push me," she admitted, her words filled with frustration and self-loathing. She was filled with guilt for what she had done, Yet a blush crept across her face as she reflected on the thrill she had experienced from her exhibitionism--A feeling she'd never had before.
Harry embraced her and whispered apologetically, "Lottie, I'm the one to blame for pushing you to tease them at work. And I am not angry. I just want you to feel safe, But you have to tell me did you enjoy it?" his voice shook with anticipation. Images of Lottie and Ron together danced through his mind, curiosity taking over as he waited eagerly for her response.
Lottie's lips formed a "Yes," silently, her face flushed and her cheeks bright with colour. Her eyes are wide and full of desire, her hands clenched tightly together in an effort to contain the energy that radiated from within her, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I don't know what I was thinking."
"Sorry? Don't be sorry, I... I'm enjoying this as much as you," Harry soothed her. As his eyes blazed with fire, his hands started exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. She felt electricity course through her veins as he swept the fabric of her cardigan off her body. His fingers moved with lightning speed to undo her zip, pushing aside her bra and revealing her curves to him and her succulent nipples, sending a chill through her body. She gazed up at him in anticipation, watching his eyes flicker with desire. He whispered in her ear, "I won't make you stop." Remembering how she had teased Charlie and Ron without mercy, knowing it only stirred up an inferno of desire inside him for her. His words rang with longing--he wanted all that the others could never have.
The guilt overwhelmed her, and she felt like she had to tell Harry the truth. Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away gently, wanting to say as much as possible before he stopped her. "When you came into the office, Charlie had grabbed onto my thigh," she said with a quivering voice, feeling ashamed of herself. "You interrupted him, running his hand along my thigh...and I was angry that you had done that." Her guilt bubbled up inside her, and she couldn't help but feel betrayed by her reaction - why hadn't she just told Harry what happened right away?
"I hated myself straight away. I was just lost in the moment. I'm so sorry, Harry," Lottie finished sobbing into his chest.
"He had his hand still on your thigh when I entered, right?" His words were intoned firmly with no trace of anger.
Lottie's gaze slowly moved up to meet his, shame weighing heavily in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But there's m..."
Without giving her a chance, Harry drew her onto his body. She was perched on top of him on the sofa, his mouth crashing to hers. One hand found itself plundering her exposed breasts, his other rolling up her skirt then grasping at her thong before shoving it aside to grant himself full access to her slickness.
Lottie was shocked at Harry's reaction. She had to tell him what had happened after he left, but he wasn't giving her a chance. His cock felt hard against her as his fingers travelled inside her, and her pussy began to throb with anticipation as if it already knew what pleasure Harry could bring to it. Trying to focus on the conversation, Lottie didn't know if she wanted it to end or not.
Harry pulled his hand away from her pussy and, breathing heavily, freed himself of his belt and dragged his pants down just enough to release his cock. He continued to maul Lottie's mouth, sending sparks of heat through her body each time he brushed against her clit. She could feel it as he pressed her body into him tightly. As she shivered under his grip, she felt the head of his cock brush against her stomach. "I love you," she whispered into his ear between kisses.
But Harry didn't respond -- not at first. Instead, he lifted her up by her thighs, holding her open and waiting for a moment. Lotte had ridden Harry many times now throughout their marriage. So she recognised that familiar feeling: He was giving her just a second to adjust to the intrusion before thrusting inside of her. She trembled in his arms as he pushed deep inside her, each thrust filling her with an intense pleasure that made her gasp with delight. Every nerve in her body ignited as he skimmed against the deepest part of her core until, finally, she was completely filled with him. "I love you so much," he said breathlessly, staring into her eyes and losing himself in their depths.
Lottie could feel the sweat building up on her back as she continued to rock against him purposefully. She gasped as more and more moans escaped her mouth in a range of superficial sighs and louder reverberations that came from deep within her throat. His thrusts were rhythmic, almost hypnotic--and with every breathy moan she released when their bodies met, Lottie felt a rush of tingles pulsing through her core. It was gentle but steady, like a wonderful high that only escalated with every movement. But after moments of this, Lottie felt Harry begin to push faster and harder as his body clenched.
Knowing he was about to cum, Lottie quickly lifted herself off his cock and fell to her knees in between his legs. She dropped her mouth on his shaft again and again with one hand at the base of it and the other on his balls. She bobbed her head up and down until He spasmed in pleasure, but she could not stop swallowing eagerly, determined to take all of him.
She savoured every moment as she kissed his shaft up and down, her tongue tracing every inch. A rush of pleasure surged through her veins at the memory of Charlie from earlier that day. Her free hand dropped to her pussy, already aching with arousal from riding Harry. She spread her folds and began to roll her fingers around and over her clit, She thought of Charlie's cum, and her mouth pooled with desire. Her breaths quickened as memories of his taste sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She pressed her lips against Harry's cock one last time, savouring each moment until the quivering sensation of her orgasm wracked her entire being. With one last shuddering moan, she pulled away, leaving behind an insatiable ache that begged to be filled once more.
Harry gazed admiringly at his wife, still beaming from the peak of ecstasy. He planted a caring kiss on her forehead, feeling the warmth of love between them. "I adore you beyond what words can express," he whispered gently. "These past two nights have been unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep exploring whatever this thing we have going on is."
Lottie muttered, "I do, too," her voice still trembling. She could not convey the depth of her activities with Charlie; it had been a powerful, dark journey that flooded her veins with excitement and regret. Being an object of Charlie's desire had been intensely exciting, and the dawning awareness of how much she had liked it stirred up a battle within Lottie, and now she could detect Harry's pleasure in this newfound daring--how could she bring it to an end?
Lottie woke up well after Harry on Friday morning, sleeping through her alarm and allowing some extra sleep before work. She went straight to the bathroom, cleaning herself up for the day, then to her wardrobe. Harry still wanted her to tease, but not as much as he wanted to see how confident she could be in what she was wearing. A similar outfit to the first day of their new adventure, a black blouse with a skirt to match and tights.
She quickly headed downstairs to find Harry in the kitchen, hastily preparing breakfast. He was humming a tune, and she knew what it meant; he was in a positive mood.
She came over to him and gave him a hug. "Good morning," she said. "You seem in a good mood."
He grinned at her, exuberance showing on his face. "I think tonight is going to be great," he told her, looking into his wife's eyes. Confusion flashed across Lottie's expression before Harry added, "Don't forget that I'm seeing Adam today at lunch."
"Oh right, he's leaving for Australia next week, isn't he?" She remembered that Harry's best friend was taking an extended trip with work. Although she sometimes felt Adam would lead Harry down a wrong path when they went out together, it gave her a chance for some alone time every now and then in their usually jam-packed schedule.
"Okay, then the rest of us can knock off after lunch," Lottie said as she thought aloud. "I'll call Liv if you are going out as well."
"Yeah, that's alright with me," Harry replied nonchalantly since he was expecting to be out late - a few pubs and bars followed by whatever clubs Adam had planned. His friend remained single and unbothered, still pursuing whatever woman he fancied on a night out. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and irresistibly charming--a real "Chad," if you will.
Harry often reflected on how alike he and Adam were, yet in his case, he had stumbled across a soulmate very early in his University days. He was deeply in love with Lottie and knew that it was the real thing. Lottie wasn't particularly fond of him but respected their friendship enough not to get between them. She trusted Harry to show restraint when needed and knew that nothing Adam could do would affect their relationship.
