Chapter 21

I felt rather drained by then, and I must have dozed off. At least I didn't wake up until 7 o'clock, when Mary entered the bedroom.

"Hi, dear."

"Hi. I didn't want to wake you up. How's the headache?"

"Gone. I feel a lot better. Sorry I had to do this."

"Don't feel sorry. I'm happy you're better. You can stay here, if you like. I just wanted a pair of dry panties. I had planned on sneaking in without waking you up."

"What on earth do you want dry panties for, naughty woman."

"Well, well, well. I have to confess that I thought of what happened yesterday, and I couldn't stop it from running."

Suddenly she climbed the bed and lay down beside me. She supported her head on her right hand and elbow, and looked down on me with a loving smile.

"Erik, I don't know what's happening to me. To us. I have never loved you as much as I do now." She reached out with her left hand and caressed my hair and my cheek. Then she leaned down and kissed my eyes. "I've been thinking, while you slept. I love you so deeply, but at the same time I feel all bubbly inside, as if I was a lovesick teenager. You've been so good to me lately."

"I only..."

"Schcc, dear. Let me finish this. I can only say it here, in the darkness. You've been so good to me, not only your gifts. I had prepared myself for middle age. You know, waiting to become a grandmother, coming to terms with a dwindling sex-life, turning myself into the proverbial frumpy mid-life wife. You turned all that around. Yes. You did it. You made me suddenly feel wanted, desired. You dragged this horny, loving and adventurous woman out of her shell, and you gave her a new chance to come alive. You've been open minded and attentative. You have made me feel lovely, horny, kinky and wild, and first of all, you've made me feel sure it's OK. Erik Hansen, your wife loves you no end."

She leaned down and kissed me, and then she rolled off the bed again. "See you downstairs."

I stayed in the darkness for a little while. I felt infinitely grateful to dad. He had been so right that I knew very little about women, but I was learning, and his advice that I should concentrate on Mary, be attentative, taking charge now and then, and all his other advice, certainly had paid off. I suddenly realised that our TV had not been turned on for nearly half a year! We had been much to busy with each other.

"That was some speech, dear little wife of mine." I was back downstairs.

"And not one word too long, dear husband of mine."

The glass table was covered with sheets of paper, where she had written lists of things to remember.

"Let's go down to the diner and eat supper. It's such a mess if you have to put all this away and start cooking."

"What a lovely idea. I'm so excited about the new apartment that I haven't even noticed I'm hungry."

When we came back I said: "I'll talk to Henny on Monday. She'll probably be just as busy as you are, packing all their stuff to go to Vancouver. If you pick her up at the office, I'll give her the rest of the day off, so you could measure the whole apartment, make a list of cupboards and all. Then we can sit quietly here and plan, where the furniture will go. Would you like that?"

"What a good idea. Are you sure you dare to leave me alone with Henny? You know, Carl will go to Vancouver on Sunday."

"I dare you to be alone with Henny!"

"Are you sure you want that? You won't get mad if it happens again?"

"Not mad at all, but very horny! Move those papers a little and show me if it makes you horny, too."

She pushed the papers away, making some of them fall to the floor, and through the glass I watched her raise the hem of her skirt and spread her legs. Her pale blue panties showed a soaked, much darker spot.

"See how wet they are? I forgot to change panties when I was upstairs. Got distracted."

"They look ravishing. You must have been horny most of the afternoon."

"I have."

"And I have an idea."

"What?"

"You told me that Henny was shaved. I want to shave you right now. Then you'll have a shaved cunt, too, when you go to Henny on Monday."

"My, you ARE a naughty man. I'm beginning to believe you really want me to do it again."

"I do, love. Do you want me to shave you now?"

"Yesss. She was so lovely to lick, all smooth and slippery."

"OK. Up you go. Upstairs. Take off all your clothes and put on your cuffs. I'll bring a tray and the things I need to shave you."

"Yes, Sir!" She seemed very eager, the way she was practically running up the stairs. I prepared a tray with a plastic bowl for water and a few rags. In the bathroom I filled the bowl with hot water, found my razor and shaving cream and entered the bedroom.

She really looked good on the bed. She wore the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and she had spread out as if she was already tied up. A wicked smile was on her lips when she said: "Remember the notes we wrote, about wishes?"