Chapter 2

The door to the living room burst open, followed by the familiar sound of rushed footsteps. I spun around from my place at the oven as Betty and Victor ran into the kitchen and made a beeline for me.

"Hey, mum." They embraced me in unison.

"Hey, darlings." I returned their embrace. "How was school?"

"Fine." Betty pulled away and scanned me from head to toe, her eyes narrowing a bit behind her glasses. "Something is different about you, Mum."

"What do you mean, young lady?" I raised an eyebrow.

"She's right, Mum." Victor mirrored his sister's expression.

"Did you just agree with your sister?" I cocked my head to the side.

"That should tell you how serious this is." Betty put her hands on my stomach and then my hips. "Could it be that you lost weight?"

"Of course!" Victor snapped his fingers, his blue eyes, lighting up. "That's it."

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah." Betty nodded with a smile. "You look slimmer than usual. Almost like back in the old days."

"And how would you know how the old days was like?" My lips curled upwards in amusement.

"You showed us your photo album, remember?" Victor quirked an eyebrow.

"Alright." I chuckled, shoving them out. "That's enough. Thank you for the complements. Now, go freshen up. Then come have your lunch."

After they disappeared out of view, my smile did likewise from my face.

"Have I really changed?" I ran my hands all over my stomach, waist and hips.

I didn't feel different. Sure enough, I was getting complements around the gym about a good job. As much as I gave them gratitude, I didn't really put it in mind, thinking they were just trying to be nice. There was another thing I didn't do after a workout session.

I never looked at the mirror. It was considered one of the biggest trolls ever. It showed you what you wanted to see and only when you get home will you see the truth.

I rubbed my chin. "For this to come from my kids..."

I dashed to my bedroom and shut the door. Stripping off, I stood in front of the mirror and my mouth hung open.

"What the fuck."

The slightly overweight woman I was expecting to see was nowhere to be found. In her place, staring back at me was a woman with pronounced curves. I traced my hand to my slightly visible abs and my eyes widened in disbelief. The belly fat was gone. And there was the matter of my hips.

"All these in eight months?" I marvelled.

My hands moved to my breasts and gave them soft squeezes.

"It's been a while Wes touched them," I whispered.

The light bulb within my head lit up and I dashed to the wardrobe.

"Where is it?" I mumbled, throwing out articles of clothing one by one

"Finally!" I cried in triumph, finding the item and raising it high to examine it. It was a black lingerie that I hadn't worn in years.

"Now, let's see if this would fit." I nodded.

Moments later, I was back in front of the mirror with my answer. And boy, was it one hell of an answer

The cups of the sheer bra accentuated the roundness of my boobs. I spun around and glanced at the reflection of my butt, which was barely contained by the panties.

"Nice." I gave it a spank, giggling at the jiggling effects.

I then folded my arms, the smile vanishing from my face and replaced with a frown.

How did I let myself go over twelve years? Even Wes, with all the work schedule, still managed to keep a healthy routine. When we got married, he did a minimum of forty pushups daily. As the years went by, he increased it to fifty. Now forty years of age, he would pass for someone in his late twenties to early thirties.

As for me, I didn't know what got into me. I was never a fit freak but my figure was to die for. I guess I became complacent and that was what cost me.

"Was that why Wes hadn't touched me for a long time?" I glanced at the mirror again to be sure the reflection won't troll me and revert back to the slightly overweight woman I once was.

Wes had been a dedicated husband and father. But over the years, our sex intimacy waned. He still showed tender moments daily with a hug and a kiss. But lately, he would come from work and then occupy himself with work again on his phone after dinner. Then lights out.

I ran my hands over the material of the lingerie. Over the years, my sleepwear had been more conservative robes and nighties. Could that have been another contribution? Would this lingerie rev up his engines again?

I smiled at my reflection. "Only one way to find out."

Returning to my regular wear, I returned to the kitchen to serve lunch to my waiting kids. Soon after making sure they had their homework done, I attended to the dishes while they watched a movie in the living room.

Evening came shortly and the familiar beep of the car was heard outside. The sound of the front door opening sent my heart skipping.

"Hey, dad!" The kids chorused.

"Hey, champs." The deep voice sent my stomach fluttering. "How was school?"

"Cool," Victor replied.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," Betty added.

"You done your homework?"

"Yup!"

"Alright."

The heavy footsteps echoed in the kitchen and got louder as they approached.

"Easy," I whispered. "It's not like he's a stranger. Stay calm."

Strong hands wrapped around my waist and I shivered.

"Hey, babe." A kiss was planted on my cheek.

"Hey, honey." I tuned around in his grip, staring into those blue eyes his son took inherited. My gaze drifted to the facial hair that formed around his lips which was bent in a frown.

"What?" I asked.

"Something feels different." His hand gripped at my waist. "Your body."

"What about it?" I gave him a blank stare, ignoring the pounding of my heart

"It's...different." His hands moved to the small of my back, close to my butt.

"Oh, go shower and come for dinner." I gave his lips a quick kiss as dismissal. "The stress of work must be playing tricks on your mind."

His lips parted to retort, but clammed shut again. Giving me a sceptical look, he walked towards the kitchen exit. Pausing, he turned and examined me from head to toe, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Shoo!" I waved him off with a laugh.

An amused smile crossed his face and he walked off.

I waited until the last of his footsteps disappeared and the bedroom door closed.

"Yes!" I pumped my fists. "He noticed. He's definitely seen it."

I spun around to calm my racing heart. "Okay Linda, calm down. There's still phase two. He has only seen the change with my clothes on."

My grin widened. "Let's see his reaction without clothes."

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I stepped out of the shower, my raging nerves calmer. Raging because I was yet to activate phase two. Drying my hair, I pushed the door slightly and peeked.

Wes was in bed, the sheets over his upper half, typing away at his phone with that focused look I had known over the years. I rolled my eyes with a scoff. That man needed a break.

And it was time I gave him one.

I reached into the small locker where I had put in the lingerie earlier in the afternoon and retrieved it. Slipping it on, I glanced at my reflection in front of the mirror above the sink and clicked my tongue.

"It's show time."

Switching off the lights, I stepped outside and immediately posed by the door with my hand to my hip. Wes looked up and his phone slipped from the grasp to the bed.

"Holy shit!" His mouth hung open.

"Language, mister." I wagged my finger, trying to ignore my racing and excited heartbeat. "There are kids in the house."

"Linda?" He managed to find his voice.

"Of course. Who else?" I flipped my hair and catwalked towards the bed. With each step, his eyes roamed over my body. From my face to the exposed cleavage, bare stomach, crotch and then thighs. His shaky hands reached for his phone, still keeping his wide-eyed gaze on me.

"Isn't that the lingerie you-"

"Wore on our wedding night?" I lay on the bed, my grin spreading wide. "Yes. Are you still at work?" I pointed at the phone.

"No. I was...I was already done when you stepped out." He dropped it on the table. His eyes roamed my body once more. He wasn't the only one doing some looking as I spotted the tent below the sheets.

'Thank you, gym!' I mentally cheered in my head. 'And goodbye, boring sleepwear.'

"Okay, honey." I placed a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight."

I suppressed a giggle at the disappointment on his face before I turned my back to him and pulled the covers over myself.

In a matter of minutes, his finger danced on my shoulder blades and I flinched.

"Honey?"

"You know what you're doing." His warm breath fanned my neck and then a kiss to my cheek followed.

"I'm not doing anything." I hissed at the contact of his teeth on my lower jaw. "I just wanted to sleep."

"Liar."

I was flipped to my back and Wes hovered over me. His fiery gaze sent currents to my groin and my toes curled.

"This-" He tugged at the strap of my lingerie. "-needs to come off."

"Why?" I swallowed. "It is a sleep wear."

"You and I both know sleep is not on your mind." He tugged at the strap of the bra and pulled it off. My breasts bounced into view and he licked his lips.

"If you wanted my full attention," He lowered his head and kissed the top part of my left breast, "you got it."

"Wes-"

The next thing that came out of my lips was a sharp hiss as Wes ran his tongue along my areola.

"You're such a naughty woman." He kissed the wet spot and flicked the nipple.

"Babe." A knot formed at my stomach.

"Now, I remember you have a hot zone." His hand snaked down and slipped under my panties. "Where is it?"

His finger brushed my clit and I flinched, shutting my eyes.

"Well, well." His chuckle made me open them. "You are already wet."

His finger slipped inside me. I raised my hips, biting my lower lip to suppress the cry. In and out his finger went. A slow torment.

"You're dripping some naughty juices, honey," he whispered against my lips, his other hand reaching up to cup my left breast.

"Babe," I groaned. "Please just go further."

"Not until I find that zone." He kissed my lower lip.

"I can't believe how much I neglected this." He breathed against my hardened nipple and then his tongue claimed it.

"Wes!" My eyes shut tight once more.

Slowly, his tongue traced the hardness of my nipple, sucking on it gently. His finger slipped into me, increasing the strokes and turning my brain to scrambled eggs. And when I thought it couldn't get better, his teeth clamped around my nipple, giving it a soft bite.

"Fuck!" My eyes flew open and my legs trembled.

"Found that hot zone." He pulled away, my nipple coming out of his mouth in a loud pop. "And what did you say about language earlier?"

"Don't be a smartass," I breathed.

Chuckling, he claimed my lips in a fiery kiss which I was eager to return. His fingers had emerged from inside me and grabbed the hem of my panties. I raised my hips in assistance and he pulled it off, tossing it away.

In that same moment, he pulled his shirt off, giving me a view of that toned chest and abs that years of workout had paid. No sign of a Dad bod anywhere. Biting my lip, I tugged at his sweat pants.

"What's the hurry?" He slyly grinned.

"Take it off!" I commanded.

"Yes, ma'am."

He discarded them in seconds and hovered over me once more. Those blue eyes sparkling with hunger made my breathing cease for a second. He leaned close until our lips were close.

"I don't know what you planned for this night, but I like it."

And there it was. That familiar object poking at my entrance.

"Show me how much you like it," I smiled at him and my legs parted.

That smile lasted for seconds before he plunged into me.

"Oh, fuck me!" I clutched at his back tight.

"That's the idea, babe." He placed a kiss at my lips, pulling back until the tip of his cock was at my entrance. "I plan to fuck you until you lose your voice."

The last word of his sentence was punctuated with a thrust so intense I nearly felt it in my womb. One of my hands grabbed the sheets and the other held him tight as he began to move in and out.

'Why didn't I think of this earlier?' I thought, my tongue rolling out of my mouth in a crazed frenzy.

'Better late than never, though.' I mentally shrugged. Physically doing so was impossible as I was too occupied with the cock sending my brain to Valhalla.

A light bulb lit in my head and I pulled him close until my lips was to his ear.

"That's right, baby," I whispered. "Oh...Fuck me hard, Wes. Fuck my pussy hard. Drive that cock deeper. Remind my cunt how much it has missed that big fat cock of yours."

"Linda." Wes groaned aloud, spreading the coy grin on my lips.

Dirty talk was something I had never done since we got married and I thanked my instincts that it worked.

Groans and moans accompanied with the clash of skin against skin echoed in the room. For a few moments, I was worried the kids would wake up. The impish side took over and told me to ignore that concern. Kids were deep sleepers.

"Babe," Wes groaned and I felt him pulse within me. One final thrust followed and I felt my insides flooded with his seed. A few seconds was all it took and my orgasm was triggered.

My lips parted and a silent scream followed. I held on to him tight, the shock waves of a glorious climax washing through me.

When the stars cleared from my vision, I released my grip and Wes rolled over. I glanced between my legs, giggling at the mess pouring out and rolled over, placing my head on his chest.

"Damn babe, you were wild," he whispered against my hair.

"Reminds you of old days, right?" I rubbed his chest.

"This is even better than the old days." He gave an affectionate squeeze. "I don't know where you came up with these new stuffs, but you are a solid ten."

"You're welcome." I kissed his chest. "It was needed, seeing as you haven't touched me in ages."

He squirmed a bit. "Babe-"

"It's okay." I raised my head up to smile at him. "I never held it against you. With all the work and all. And also with the recent promotion you got. I also messed up by putting on weight."

"It wasn't that bad."

I glared at him.

"Okay, fine." He raised his hands in surrender.

"But still, I appreciate the effort you put into all of this. Your dedication and resilience is wonderful."

He pulled my head to his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too." I kissed his collarbone and shut my eyes, my lips curling upwards.

Hopefully, things got more interesting in the future.