That thought was the only thing to make Lana smile all day.
“Perhaps the Château, if we can spare the trip. I suppose I’ve been itching to pinch that woman’s nipples. For you, of course.”
“That’s my girl.”
Lana gave her husband her fake smile. The real fake smile. Not the one he knew about, the one she used to beguile others when they had a front to create. This was the smile she used for him. The one he assumed was her real, natural smile. The bastard had no idea – it almost made her feel bad for him.
Chapter 2
“My Wife Should Do Many Things.”
Lana pampered herself after her shower that night. She spritzed on her favorite scent, rubbing lotion into her legs, her arms, the back of her neck as she let her strawberry blond hair dry on top of her head. Her favorite white silk robe draped over her limbs and breasts. She wore nothing beneath, preferring to let the fresh air of the master suite stimulate her skin. Sure enough, looking into her mirror revealed both of her nipples poking through the silk. Still as perky as the day I turned sixteen. Lana was not the most endowed, and that was on her side. Ken always raved about her nipples more than anything else, anyway.
Sensitive nipples. It didn’t take much, like the silk brushing against them.
Lana was alone. Her husband was in his office, finishing up preparations for the next day’s early morning meeting. Lana finished off her nightcap and then berated herself for drinking so much that day.
Eventually, she got up and went down the hall.
Ken was at his desk, back toward the office door. Lana quietly latched it behind her. Her husband only kept a meager fire beneath the stone mantle and the soft glow of his desk lamp. Glasses graced his head – Lana could see the black frames behind his ears all the way from where she stood.
She said nothing as she approached her hardworking husband. Lana let her hands announce her arrival, wrapping over both of his shoulders and giving a light massage.
“You need to come to bed if you’re getting up so early,” she said into the top of his head. From that angle, she could see the specks of steel gray emerging after working so hard for so many years. Ken was only nearing forty, but most of the men in his family grayed earlier than this. Lana looked forward to it – a little. There was something about a man with steel-gray hair making love to her with raw, experienced passion that turned her on. At least something is turning me on right now. She blamed hormones. It was better than facing the truth – that perhaps Ken wasn’t enough anymore.
Lana sighed as she rubbed her husband’s shoulders.
“I’ll be there soon. I need to finish this up and then unwind.”
“By the time you’re done unwinding, it’ll be midnight and you won’t get enough sleep.”
“Oh well.”
Lana pressed her thumbs into his shoulder blades. “Hurry up, then.”
“Keep touching me like that and I may be able to kill two birds with one stone.”
As he pulled folders toward him, perusing images of properties they were buying and selling, Lana continued to massage his shoulders and upper back. In any normal marriage this would be nothing more than a moment of one spouse taking care of the other. Except they weren’t normal. They weren’t vanilla. Everything they did in their intimate moments was laced in kink.
Lana could easily slip into dominant or submissive, demanding or serving at a moment’s whim. In public, she preferred the more domineering persona, including with her husband, but in private, she had no issues giving a well-deserving husband everything he needed to feel better after a long day at work.
It also helped that the longer she touched him, the more Lana awakened to her dormant sexual desires. We haven’t had sex in days. While not unusual sometimes, it did disconcert her after a while. In the early days of their relationship, they had sex every single day. Sometimes more than once. And “early days” meant as late as two and a half years. Unsurprisingly, it was marriage that eventually slowed them down. Marriage and going into business together. Suddenly they were in their thirties and more tired.
Lana still thought they had a healthy, voracious sex life. She craved his touch and he yearned for her. Other people came and went, but they were each other’s constant. Not just business partner, but life partner.