Rita starts changing

(This is a chapter I had been writing, but had forgot about ... thanks to 2 comments on the chapter "Opening Up" <...escalated to quickly...> I re-read chapter three and realized that some parts were missing ... hmmm ... that happens when you write several stories at a time. Now, since the old chapter three no longer fits, I will rewrite it later.)

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We laid on the backseat for a while, entangled and holding tight in the afterglow.

Rita kissed my chest: "that was so good - thank you!"

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Though it was Saturday, I had to finish some tasks at my office. I wrote one last eMail and shut down my computer. Weekend ... finally.

When I got home home, Rita greeted me effusively, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she stepped back and spun around to show her skirt. Unlike earlier days she was wearing a skirt that ended just above her knee.

"Like it?"

"Oh yeah ... but I'm not used to that view ... looks nice, really nice!" I answered

Dinner was almost like a Michelin-starred cuisine. Rita had outdone herself.

As we ate, we kept looking into each other's eyes.

"Love you ..." she murmured.

"Can't stop thinking about yesterday!" I said.

"Uhumm, me too ... any plans for the afternoon? I'd like to go shopping with you."

We took the car to the city and then walked the pedestrian area while she clamped to my arm tightly. She seemed so self-confident in her skirt and tight blouse, whereas usually, she was afraid of people looking at her.

She stopped at the windows of the first fashion store.

"Look there ... I think I like this dress ... what do you think, is it too daring?"

"Nope, not really ... whatever you like."

Inside the shop a friendly lady helped Rita pick out some pretty things. Rita finally decided on two beautiful, sexy dresses.

A little bit down the road she stopped in front of a lingerie shop and dragged me in.

She picked several parts ... daring wasn't the right expression.

- an exciting long bodysuit in black fishnet fabric

- a white see through camisole

- a bustier set with a crotchless thong

- she looked at a corset but cancelled it as she saw the price.

- a few v-string panties (she never before had even one)

- a sexy balconette bra and a light transparent bra

"I feel like I could buy the whole store!"

I paid for the parts she'd decided on - paying had never been so much fun.

"Thank you, hon ... I absolutely must come back here ... did you see that corset ... that garter-set ... those pearl-thongs ... incredible!"

"You never ever have been interested in nice underwear ... I like your new attitude."

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The weekend was wonderful - she was so close ...

Ellen came in and saw us cuddling on our sofa.

She lifted her eyebrow: "What's wrong with you mom? You're being so awfully affectionate ... what on earth do you see in him? But do what you like - I'll stay at Melanie's over night ... bye."

On Sunday morning I woke feeling a hand softly on my back.

I waited ... her hand moved down my spine ... I felt the warmth of Rita's body pressing against me.

I turned to her and looked up ... she was wearing that bodysuit we bought yesterday.

"Now, sleepyhead ... like this on me?"

I gulp, grab her ... "You look more than sexy ... with or without it!"

She undid the buttons of my pajama.

I let my hand slide down over her back. The fabric felt silky ... I neared the open part of it over her bumps. Further down I touched her wet folds and stroke along her labia ... she started moaning.

Rita pushed my pants down and started stroking my cock.

"Let me take control. I want to feel you inside me now ..."

She got on top of me and pushed her pussy down my cock.

After a while I moved her on her side and pushed inside her from behind.

While we fucked she touched her clit - something she'd never done before during sex.

Her moaning grew louder as I pushed deep into her pussy.

I withdrew, got down between her legs and started licking her pussy ... her pubic hair tickling my nose.

She whaled: "Let me ride your cock reverse now ... I need you ... I need your hard cock inside."

Her pussy immediately slid down on my cock and I watched her pussy lips wrapped around my cock, gliding in and out with increasing speed.

Then she stopped and began to shake ... her whole body orgasmed. I followed her over and released my cum inside her.

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Sunday was wonderful ... we went on a walk along the lake. We always loved the environment there. People saw me with my beautiful wife dressed a bit sexy ... she now loved their eyes watching.

Late in the afternoon Ellen appeared and disappeared into her room.

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Monday afternoon, after work, I stopped at the lingerie shop. The same one Rita had dragged me into last week. The saleswoman recognized me immediately.

"Back so soon?"

"My wife mentioned something about a pearl thong. And a garter-set."

The woman's smile widened. "We have both. And a matching corset, if you're interested."

Rita had canceled the corset last time. Said it was too much. But I remembered the way her eyes had lingered on it.

"Wrap it up," I said. "All three."

When I got home, our neighbors were on the terrace - a couple about our age, Dana and her husband Tom, who I'd known casually for years. Rita had invited them. She'd mentioned it Sunday evening, something about wanting to socialize more, wanting to show off her new dress.

I took the bag into the bedroom and hid it in my closet.

Rita was already outside when I arrived. The new dress - the daring one from Saturday's shopping trip - clung to her curves. She'd done her hair differently. Her makeup was bolder. Dana was laughing at something she'd said, and Tom was nodding along, his eyes occasionally drifting to Rita's neckline in a way I might have found annoying a week ago.

Now I just felt proud.

"Sean!" Rita waved me over. "Come join us. I was just telling Dana about our sunset drive."

The BBQ was already lit. The smell of charcoal and grilling meat filled the air. I accepted a beer from Tom and settled into the chair next to Rita, my hand finding her knee beneath the table.

The evening was easy. Conversation flowed. Ellen joined us briefly - emerging from her room to grab a burger, rolling her eyes at something Tom said, actually cracking a small smile when Dana complimented her shirt. She didn't stay long, but she stayed longer than she used to.

Later, after the neighbors had gone and Ellen had disappeared back into her room, we cleaned up a bit and went to bed.

On Wednesday I arrived home at 5 pm

I remembered my present ...

After dinner I handed her the bag with the lingeries.

"I have something for you," I said.

"Another present? You're spoiling me."

I just smiled.

Rita pulled out the tissue paper with the eagerness of a child at Christmas. When she saw the garter-set, the pearl thong, and at the bottom the corset she'd been too shy to buy, she made a sound that was half gasp, half squeak.

"Sean! The corset! You remembered."

"Hmmm ... I saw your eyes ... I saw how much you wanted it."

"I did. I do." She clutched the items to her chest. "I'm going to put these on. Right now. Give me three minutes and then come to the bedroom."

She practically ran down the hall.

I waited three minutes exactly. When I pushed open the bedroom door, the sight of her stopped me cold.

She stood at the foot of the bed in the full ensemble. Black lace garter-set. The pearl thong, a single strand that disappeared between her legs. The corset cinching her waist into an hourglass shape. Her hair was down and her green eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my chest ache.

"Do you like it?" She did a slow spin.

I couldn't speak. I crossed the room instead, my hands finding her waist, my mouth finding her throat.

"I'll take that as a yes," she breathed.

What followed was slow at first. Deliberate. My mouth on her collarbone, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts where the corset pushed them up. Her fingers working the buttons of my shirt, the buckle of my belt, the zipper of my jeans. She sank to her knees and took me in her mouth without preamble, one hand gripping the base of my shaft, the other cupping my balls.

"God, Rita."

She looked up at me. Her mouth never stopped moving. Her tongue was thorough. Her lips were tight. She took me deep and then deeper, her throat relaxing in a way I'd never experienced before, and when she pulled off it was only to say, "I want you inside me. Now."

She stood. I pushed her backward onto the bed. The corset made undressing her impossible, so I didn't try. I pushed the pearl strand aside and found her wetter than I'd ever felt her. I slid inside in one motion and she cried out, her back arching off the mattress.

"Oh my god ..." she said. "I love your cock ..."

The bed frame knocked against the wall. The headboard left a mark on the plaster. I fucked her with a rhythm that was less rhythm than desperation - pulling out, slamming back in, watching her face contort with pleasure I'd only dreamed of seeing there.

Then her legs were around my waist and she was flipping us, rolling me onto my back, her hands on my chest and her hips grinding down.

"My turn," she said. "I want to cum on top of you."

She did. I watched it happen, watched her pupils dilate, watched her mouth form that perfect silent O, watched her body seize and shudder and collapse. But I wasn't finished, and she knew it, because she kept moving even as she trembled through the aftershocks.

"Don't stop," she said. "Keep going. I want you to finish, wanna feel your cum!"

She rolled onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees. I mounted her from behind. The corset was still laced tight. I gripped it like a handle and pulled her onto my cock again and again. She cried out into the pillow. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.

When I came, it was with a force that left me lightheaded. I pulled out at the last second and painted her lower back with my release, thick white streaks against the black lace and her pale skin. She moaned at the sensation and collapsed onto her stomach, breathing hard.

We lay there, tangled and sweaty, the corset still in place, the pearl thong somewhere on the floor.

I couldn't remember when we last had sex a second time in a single month - let alone twice in a week ...

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Thursday.

I came home to an empty house and a note on the kitchen table.

Visiting my sister. She called - needs to talk. Pizza in microwave. Be home by eleven. Love you. - R

I ate the pizza. Watched some television. Around nine-thirty the front door opened and Ellen came in.

"Hey." She dropped her bag by the door. "Where's Mom?"

"Her sister's."

"Oh." She stood there awkwardly for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she sat down on the far end of the couch. "What are you watching?"

"Baseball. Mariners are getting destroyed."

She didn't leave. We watched the game in silence for a while. The Mariners were, indeed, getting destroyed.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"I guess."

"Why have you always ... " I paused. Tried again. "I'm not your dad. I know that. I've never tried to be your dad. But I've been here seven years. I married your mom. I love her. I love you too, even though you've never given me much chance to show it. So I guess I'm asking: why the wall?"

Ellen was quiet for a long time. On the screen, a Mariner struck out looking.

"Because ... uhm because ..." she said finally. " for a long time, it was just me and Mom. She was all I had. And then you showed up and I thought ... " she stopped, swallowed. "I thought you'd leave, just like my dad did ... so I figured if I didn't let myself get attached, it wouldn't hurt when you did."

"I'm not leaving."

She looked at me. Really looked at me, for maybe the first time in seven years.

"Mom's different lately," she said. "Happier. Is that because of you?"

"I think it's because she decided to let herself be happy. I just got to be there when it happened."

"Huh." Ellen turned back to the television. Another strikeout. "I don't hate you. You know that, right?"

"I didn't know that."

"Well. Now you do." She stood up. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Sean."

"Goodnight, Ellen."

It was the first time she'd called me by my name.

I switched off the TV and went to bed.

Eleven o'clock. The bedroom door opened and Rita slipped inside. I heard the rustle of her nightgown, felt the mattress dip as she climbed in beside me.

"Hey," I whispered. "How was it?"

She turned on her side to face me. In the darkness, her eyes were two points of reflected moonlight.

"Hard. My sister thinks her husband is having an affair. She cried for two hours. I held her and gave her advice and tried to be strong for her."

"What did you tell her?"

"That she deserves someone who makes her feel wanted." Rita's hand found my face in the darkness. Her palm was warm against my cheek. "I told her about you. About us. About how I've been dressing up for you, trying new things. I told her it's never too late to reconnect with the person you love, if you're both willing to try."

"How'd she react?"

"I think I convinced her." A pause. "I convinced myself too, while I was talking. Everything I said to her, I needed to hear it too."

She shifted closer. Her body was warm through the thin cotton of her nightgown.

"Tomorrow's Friday," I said. "Alex again. Are you still okay with going?"

"Absolutely. I want to tell him that the hypnosis didn't work at all but the therapy did. I'm a different woman than I was two weeks ago."

I kissed her forehead.

"I'm proud of you," I said.

"Me too." She snuggled against my chest. Her hair smelled of coconut. Her breathing slowed. Her hand rested over my heart. "Goodnight, Sean."

"Goodnight."