My wife Nicole lay beside me oozing contempt.
I knew that I’d upset her and I was in the doghouse.
We had been out at a party on that Friday evening and we had drunk enough to be happy, had enjoyed the company of our friends, and had snuggled together in the back seat of the taxi back home.
Nicole had said she was tired and wanted to sleep. I had taken that to mean that she needed wooing before we made love, and not the statement of fact that it was. She wanted to go to sleep and I wanted sex.
Don’t get me wrong. I hadn’t forced myself on Nicole. I hadn’t raped her. I had just made it obvious that I wanted sex and that I wasn’t going to take ‘No’ for an answer. Nicole had consented reluctantly. She made it clear that she was agreeing only because I wanted to make love.
Her body had been unresponsive. If I hadn’t drunk so much I would have responded to her reluctance and stopped. I didn’t. Almost as soon as I entered her I came. I lay on her for a few seconds and then rolled off.
“Is that it, Mike?” Nicole asked sarcastically. “Happy now?”
“Sorry, Nicole, I shouldn’t have…”
“No. You shouldn’t. I thought you had more respect for me than that.”
She rolled over with her back to me. I knew I would suffer later. At least she hadn’t commented on my performance. Neither of us say really hurtful things to each other even when we are angry. We do love each other. Her restraint made me feel worse.
She soon went to sleep. I lay there regretting my actions. Eventually I went to sleep as well.
The next morning Nicole was up before me. As I woke she walked back into the bedroom wearing a bright red push-up bra and matching panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed to put on a shiny pair of pantyhose. My body reacted instinctively but my brain was flashing alarm bells.
“Mike?”
“Yes, Nicole,” I said cautiously.
“You like my nylon sheathed legs, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Do you like the feel of the tights?”
“You know I do.”
“Is it the tights or my legs inside them?”
I thought hard. I wasn’t sure where Nicole was heading. I knew I was still in her bad books so I was worried that there was something behind these questions.
“I love your legs, Nicole.”
“Good.”
“But I like the tights as well. There’s something about the feel of them.”
“Right. Up you get. Go and shave.”
‘What?’ I thought but did as I’d been told. I shaved and showered and returned to the bedroom with a cotton robe wrapped round me. Nicole had a silk robe loosely around her. Her shiny nylon sheathed legs flashed as she moved. She pulled back the bed to show the whole bottom sheet. Piled on the floor was a whole heap of tights.
“On you get, Mike.”
“Eh?”
“On the bed. Lie down. Leave the robe off.”
Nicole smiled at me. I wasn’t sure about that smile. I folded up the robe and put it on a chair. Dropped clothes annoy Nicole and I didn’t want to annoy her any more than I already had. I stretched out on the bed.
“Lift your left leg.”
I raised the leg and looked down. Nicole was standing beside the bottom of the bed. Her hands stretched the leg of a pair of tights and fitted them to my foot. Her hands eased the nylon up my leg. The sensation of the nylon and her gentle hands made my leg twitch.
“Right leg.”
She fitted the tights to my other leg and slid both legs up.
