Chapter 5 - the attentive lover

"I got you something," Max smiled as Meg came home.

Meg sniffed the air and beamed. "Oh wow, you made that extra cheesy lasagne for me!" she enthused.

"Yeah," Max nodded, chuckling at Meg's perceptive nose. "But that's not what I got you," he grinned, slipping a pair of sexy underwear from behind his broad back.

Meg smiled. It was a pair of red lace panties. She had a pair like this already and Max loved them. It was no surprise to her that Max wanted her in more like this.

"You're going to look so damn sexy in these," Max grunted, unzipping Meg's pencil skirt as soon as she had taken the underwear out of his hands.

Before she knew it, Meg was naked, with Max down at her feet, sliding on the underwear he had just bought her. He clearly couldn't bring himself to put on the matching bra; she looked too good without one. "Mmm, I was right," Max grinned. "These look so sexy on you," he whispered, leaning in closer and closer and kissing her passionately. His shirt was coming off and within seconds, his pants were around his ankles.

"Are you sure?" Meg replied, feeling a little awkward in the new underwear. "They feel a bit... loose." She went to look at the size label on the back. They didn't feel like her normal size.

Max grabbed Meg's hand reaching behind her and skilfully diverted it onto his firm ass. "You're so sexy!" he whispered, changing the subject. "I'm the luckiest man in the world!"

Meg felt her heart melt. She loved how affectionate Max was. The love potion had created a very lustful, attentive guy out of the rugged construction worker.

A short while later, Max was serving her up a large helping of his extra-cheesy lasagne, as she sat on the couch. Max was lactose intolerant, but he still loved to see Meg enjoying her food. It was strange eating in only her new underwear, but Max seemed to be enjoying the sight, barely taking his eyes away from her.

"Ugh, I'm stuffed," Meg announced, finally throwing her fork down and moving the tray to her side.

"Wait," Max jumped up, reaching across her and grabbing the fork. "Just try this bit for me," he asked, putting a large meaty, cheesy section onto the fork. "Tell me if it's good."

Meg opened her mouth begrudgingly and Max scooped it in. She nodded her head as she chewed, humouring Max.

"What about this bit?" Max asked, getting more and more off the plate, piece by piece, and into Meg's mouth.

Meg was now more than stuffed and opened her mouth to complain, when Max simply swooped in and kissed her passionately.

"Thanks," Max smiled.

"What for?" asked Meg, smiling and still recovering from the perfect kiss.

"I'm just so pleased that you love my cooking. You wouldn't believe how much pleasure I get from making you happy."

Meg suddenly felt bad for being ungrateful and opened her mouth again to let Max feed her the few remaining mouthfuls.

Could life be any more perfect?