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Number. My phone chimes to alert me that I have a text message. Checking it I see its from Belinda who disappeared some time ago into the bath leaving me alone in the living room with our Daughter Holly, snuggled up watching T.V. I open the message and it simply says 'I need your help.' Gently disengaging myself from Holly I climb out from under the blanket we are sharing and wrap it back down around her and head into the bathroom thinking that she wanted her back scrubbed. This is something I do quite a lot for her, usually without being asked but I was comfortable with Holly and didnt really want to get up. As soon as I entered the kitchen I could see the bathroom door was slightly open and something wasnt right. The light was off, meaning that either Bel was bathing in the dark, or she was already out. I hadnt heard her go upstairs and she certainly hadnt come back into the living room which only left one more place she could logically be. Our bedroom. I reversed direction and made for the stairs. Clinbing them I could hear the T.V playing and see the light on in there. I glanced along the landing to Dans room and can hear him talking to someone on his X-Box as he plays whatever game he is playing. I open our door and find Bel sitting on the end of our bed with her back to me wearing a black dress. She turns her head and asks me to zip her up. I half sit on the bed behind her and she lifts her hair out of the way as I fasten it under the nape of her neck. &#034Going ...

... out?&#034 I ask. I rack my brains trying to remember if she has told me or not. My memory is not the best but I usually know when she is going out with friends. Often because I get to play taxi service. &#034No.&#034 she replied, standing and smoothing down the dress over her hips and thighs. &#034How do I look?&#034 I give her a long slow once over. The dress is plain black and quite a simple design. No complicated straps or unecessary frills. Her legs are covered with either stockings or tights of a light brown colour, she isnt wearing shoes yet. &#034Not bad.&#034 I finally give my verdict. &#034Whats the occasion?&#034 I ask, still thinking she is previewing for a future night out. &#034Nothing.&#034 she says pushing me back onto the bed and then climbing up to lie full length on top of me. She caught me by suprise and our heads almost collide violently and she swooped down to kiss me just as my head is bouncing back up off the bed. Its a close thing but we just manage to avoid pain and her lips meet mine just as I fall back a second time. She is kissing me passionately, one hand under my head and neck the other rubbing my chest through my T-shirt, finding my nipple and squeezing gently. I wasnt expecting this but was perfectly happy to let her take the lead and dominate me. I was just thinking about the ties attatched to our bed when she shifted position, drawing her knees up. The hem of the dress was too tight to allow her to do it smoothly so she was f***ed to sit up ...