chapter 4

Amy arrived home within a few minutes. She anticipated James would be a while, and so she dashed upstairs to needlessly hop into the shower for a second time that morning. Her superior fitness meant that she had barely broken a sweat and a mere five minutes beneath the refreshing cascade of water was all that she needed. Her hair was tied up tightly to avoid the worst of the rivulets of hot water as they fell. She gently soaped her feminine curves and planned a casual, but sexy, Saturday morning outfit that would leave very little to the imagination. James did not stand a chance. The poor boy would be drooling before breakfast. She had to feel for him, she really did.

Within ten minutes Amy was now in the kicthen and thoroughly organised, standing barefoot by the stove - dried and dressed - with a pan of bacon frying gently on the hob and two freshly prepared fruit smoothies sitting patiently atop the kitchen countertop. One was for her and the other ready for James upon his return. Her lithe body was now almost all on show, clad in nothing but the very tightest pair of Daisy Duke Denim shorts that she owned and an 80s crop top à la the days of Fame, which draped tantalisingly over her pert bra-less breasts. The crop top's material was cut loose over one shoulder to expose her neck and a plentiful eyeful of cleavage, and cropped so short that it exposed the majority of her impossibly flat and extensively honed midriff. She felt extremely sexy in this ensemble as she tip-toed, almost danced, around the kitchen as she cooked; her fingers now and again toying innocently with a few stray strands of loose hair, whilst the rest of her crowning glory hung in wild tussles across her shoulders, chest and upper back. Her movements were effortless as she kept a watchful eye on the bacon whilst day dreaming pleasantly about James's weight gain. She glanced over at the carton of heavy cream which she had placed next to James's smoothie. If she were to live out her wildest fantasies right there and then, she would have laced his healthy drink with a heavily-laden, creamy calorie kick. But whilst she very much longed to do just that, she was a woman of principle, and the voice of reason in her head implored her to hold back from temptation, despite the fact that she was desperately seeking complete control over her husband's diet and his waistline. The carton therefore remained on the countertop; untouched, for now.

'Can you le me in!!' hollered James's voice through the letterbox. 'I haven't got a key ... Amy! ... Aaaammmyyyy!!! ... Are you there???'

Amy jolted upright, standing to attention, startled by the sound of her own husband's voice, which snapped her out of her pleasurable day dreaming. She was shocked to awake from her musings to find that she stood before James's smoothie, the carton of heavy cream open in her hand, and suspended above his glass.

'I didn't? Did I?' the voice in her head questioned quickly as she guiltily placed the carton back on the countertop far enough away from James's glass not to arouse suspicion.

She hesitantly checked the carton. It was still full.

'Thank God,' she thought, relived, but feeling a faint sense of disappointment at a hedonistic opportunity lost.

'I'm on my way James! ...' she shouted as she picked up the carton and rushed over to her well-stocked fridge to bury it within the deepest, darkest recesses of its lower shelves. No harm done, not this time. Not yet.

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'Holy smokes, that smells good,' said James as he followed Amy into the kitchen having previously received a hero's welcome by her at the front door. She had cunningly lavished him with affectionate kisses and physical contact as if she were a wild lioness at the peak of her reproductive powers, demanding his attention. 'Clearly she feels guilty for teasing me,' thought James, innocently, obviously still enamoured by his wife's affectionate welcome.

'And wow, don't you look amazing this morning too!' added James as his eyes wandered lasciviously over Amy's pert bottom, as her hips swayed seductively as she walked away from him across the kitchen towards the stove, her lower back pleasantly exposed. His jaw would have dropped to the floor had he not been licking his lips so hard at the smell of bacon that filled the entire room.

'Don't I always?' said Amy as she glanced over her shoulder to give him a mischievous wink before turning back to tend to the bacon in the frying pan.

'Always! ... Of course! ... Of course! ... Always!' replied James quickly correcting himself, but immediately drawn to Amy's confidence. She was on form today he thought. To himself.

'You don't look too bad yourself hubby,' replied Amy hesitantly as she began to focus on buttering a few thick slices of bread as she continued to sway her hips subtly to an inaudible tune.

'Why don't you go ahead and grab a smoothie and a shower whilst I fix you up a "man-sized" breakfast?' she continued, gesturing towards his smoothie with a nod of her head in its direction.

'Mmmm ... sure thing ... sounds like a plan!' said James as he grabbed the smoothie from the countertop next to his wife, and given that he was hungover and becoming increasingly horny, could not restrain himself from squeezing her firm bottom with his free hand.

'... Not only looking good, but feeling good too,' he purred in her ear, as his morning stubble lightly grazed her cheek.

Amy giggled.

'Keep your hands to yourself Mister!' she replied, turning to playfully shoo him away with both her hands, and trying desperately to smack his chubby butt as he bid a hasty retreat towards the kitchen door, chuckling coarsely like Muttley from Wacky Races as he ran away.

'You'll pay for that!' she barked jokingly as she heard James begin to climb the stairs, still chuckling. She turned to continue her work and immediately decided to spread a lot more butter atop her already generous handiwork for the slices she buttered for James.

'More than you'll ever know,' she muttered under her breath, spreading even more butter now.

'More than you'll ever know ....'

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[Author's note: Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it :) I can write more if people think it's a tale that's worth developing. Any hints, tips etc would be more than welcome. Too slow, too fast? There's more to come when I have time to write.]